97 Lyrics – Doja Cat

97 Lyrics latest song by Doja Cat. The Lyrics were written by Amala Zandile Dlamini, Jahlil Gunter, and Sam Barsh and Produced by Sam Barsh and Jay Versace

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Pull up in the ’97 Benz (Baby, get up in)
S*xy with that fire-truck red (With the windows tinted)
Smokin’ while I cruise through the valley (You so ignorant)
Looks like we don’t give a shit (Looks like we don’t give a shit)
Looks like we don’t give a shit (Looks like we don’t give a shit)
Looks like we don’t give a shit (Looks like we don’t give a shit)
Looks like we don’t give a shit (Looks like we don’t give a shit)
Looks like we don’t give a shit (Looks like we don’t give a shit)

Yеah, I ain’t got no skeletons in my luxury walk-in
They ain’t know I’m innocеnt, baby, look who is talkin’
They ain’t even ready-spaghetti, baby, they sauceless
Speedin’ through the city, we medicated the horses
You could hit up PETA, the paint on me make me gorgeous
I’ma take the geese-and-chinchilla coat on a walk and
Don’t forget the cheetah print, speed up, come here, record it
If that shit ain’t bleedin’ and screamin’, I do not want it (Take it back)

Pull up in the ’97 Benz (Baby, get up in)
S*xy with that fire-truck red (With the windows tinted)
Smokin’ while I cruise through the valley (You so ignorant)
Looks like we don’t give a (Looks like we don’t give a shit)
Said looks like we don’t give a shit (Looks like we don’t give a shit)
Looks like we don’t give a shit (Looks like we don’t give a shit)
Looks like we don’t give a shit (Looks like we don’t give a shit)
Looks like we don’t give a shit (Looks like we don’t give a shit)

Yeah, said these are clothes, motherf*cker, what are those?
You look like a butter face, butter body, butter toes
I put Can’t Believe It on my early morning butter toast
Y’all cannot believe I’m not a fiend and that it wasn’t coke
You look so uncomfortable
You could have a seat and several hundred mo’
Hop up off my D just like a bunny go
Hop up out the scene and now they want it mo’, I don’t know
I like when they plead, I’m beggin’ please, now where the f*ck is Doj?
Pull up and they smiley instead (Actin’ stupid)
Like they wasn’t tryna fight me in threads (‘Bout some music)
In a tweet that I’ma probably still stand by (I’m ruthless)
Keep ya money, funky b*tc, ’cause I don’t play about (The rumors)
They gon’ buy it, they gon’ pirate, they gon’ play it, they consume it
If you’re scootin’, let me know ’cause that’s a comment, that’s a view
And that’s a ratin’, that’s some hatin’, that’s engagement I could use
And I could teach y’all how to do this, but I’d much rather be cruisin’

Watch me pull up in that ’97 Benz (Baby, get up in)
S*xy with that fire-truck red (With the windows tinted)
Smokin’ while I cruise through the valley (You so ignorant)
Looks like we don’t give a shit, said (Looks like we don’t give a shit)
Looks like we don’t give a shit, hm (Looks like we don’t give a shit)
Looks like we don’t give a shit, yeah (Looks like we don’t give a shit)
Looks like we don’t give a shit, huh (Looks like we don’t give a shit)
Looks like we don’t give a shit, ha (Looks like we don’t give a shit)

Looks like we don’t
That’s ’cause we don’t
Motherf*cker, that’s ’cause we don’t
Lil’ b*tc, that’s ’cause we don’t