Baby I don't care (x4)
[Verse 1: Danny Bravo]
It's like I got a bad bitch fetish (uh)
So sweet, why I'm diabetic? (uh)
Walk up to her, "where you heading?" (uh)
I got an anaconda, wanna pet it? (uh)
She asked if I like her dress, I like what's underneath it
I said she looks like someone that I'm about to sleep with
And she seems fit with those bright eyes
And she seems fit with those tight thighs
And she seems fit for a queen bitch
And she fiends dick for those white lies, ah
I'll work you out, baby girl don't sweat it
Get that heart rate racing, somebody call the medic
I know you got a man, baby I don't care
He ain't in my plans, baby I don't care
Get your girlfriend, we can get outta here
Now she's like "but Danny, he's right over there!"
Shit, baby I don't care
All that cuffing shit is pathetic
You and your girlfriend can both get it
And I don't really give a motherfuck and you can bet it
[Hook: Danny Bravo]
Say your friends all gone? Baby I don't care
Got a man back home? Baby I don't care
Now he blowing up your phone? Baby I don't care
I'm getting in my zone, we can go cause you know baby I don't care
Baby I don't care
Baby I don't care
Baby I don't care
I'm getting in my zone, we can go cause you know baby I don't care
[Verse 2: Dee Harry]
Oh that's your bitch? Shit, nigga I don't care
Oh that's your bitch? Shit, nigga I don't care
Left the rubber at home, baby I don't care
Guarantee I hit it right, baby have no fear
She rockin' red like riding hood
And I'm a beast like a tiger would
She got a man, still let me hit
I got the stroke like Tiger Woods
Hole in one in your main bitch
That good head, that Cambridge
That "if she call, I ain't saying shit"
I'ma let her mess with your lame shit
On top like a fitted cap
She let me pet that kitty cat
She popped the pussy, popped the pussy
God damn I'm like gimme dat
Gimme dat, God damn I'm like gimme dat
Gimme dat, God damn I'm like gimme dat!
[Verse 3: Danny Bravo]
God damn I'm like gimme dat! Raw dawg, pure recklessness
When it comes to the kitty cat, I'm a perfectionist
We can go to the bar or we can go to the beach
Getcha out your bikini bottom, let me see those sandy cheeks
She said she feeling good, well how you feel about fucking?
One night, keep it on the low, we'll take it slow, no rushing
Her man won't ever know so I ain't worried about nothing
She said she on the pill so I ain't worried about nuttin' (ah!)