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Drake - IDGAF (Audio) ft. Yeat
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Azimuth
Azimuth
Артист в сэмпле
Drake
Drake
Вокал
Yeat
Yeat
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Автор песен
B. Saint Fort
B. Saint Fort
Автор песен
N. Winstone
N. Winstone
Автор песен
John Taylor
John Taylor
Автор песен
N. Smith
N. Smith
Автор песен
Sebastian Shah
Sebastian Shah
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Sebastian Shah
Sebastian Shah
Дополнительный продюсер
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Инженер звукозаписи
OUPSiNG
OUPSiNG
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Мастеринг-инженер
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Ассистент мастеринг-инженера
BNYX®
BNYX®
Продюсер

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Traveling forever in the dark Darkness into blackness There and back, it's always black Oh-ah, it screeched across the sky Nothing to do, but lie Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh I'ma die by my respect, huh I put a check up on my neck Life check ya in the head I signed for a couple milli' You only touched a hundred thou' Man, I don't give a fuck who it is I know I got my twizz' (BNYX) I'ma freak on them every time I don't give a fuck what y'all goin' on Man, fuck all of you (fuck all of you) Yeah, I don't be givin' no fucks (not one) Uh (just pull up, pull up, whoa) I don't know if you caught on (caught on) I don't be givin' no fuck, huh I say whatever I want, yeah I do whatever I want, huh I'm countin' up money for fun And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (luh geeky) Look, comin' live from the Comin' live from the one after five Comin' live from the three, two time Whole gang fuckin' eastbound and they down Just like Danny McBride Why I always see your dawgs in the city? Think your boys left some soldiers behind Just like the jet, you boys tried to buy That ain't gon' fly, nope I took that one off of the table October's Own, it's a label I stay with that O like a tire I stay with that O like a bagel I stay with that O like a Lifesaver Shout' to my ex, I'm her lifesaver My Glocky, it sit on the night table You light on the waist like a lightsaber In Seattle, it's just me and Twizz' I hate you boys more than I ever did You rappin' 'bout shit that you never did My dawg in the can like a metal lid Three the kid, three the kid, three the kid Yeah, I don't be givin' no fucks (not one) Uh (just pull up, pull up, whoa) I don't know if you caught on (caught on) I don't be givin' no fuck, huh I say whatever I want, yeah I do whatever I want, huh I'm countin' up the money for fun And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (luh geeky) All of my twizz' got a gun (blam) Couple of my twizz' on the run (phew) Couple of my twizz' sellin' Runtz (luh geeky) Couple of my twizz' hit 'em up (luh geeky) Yeah, couple of my twizz' sell a bunch Heard your money got took like it's lunch (ha) We on the side and we punt Bitch, I sleep in the day, I'on see sun (uh-huh, yeah) Big body Lamb' truck sittin' outside in the sun It get you caught up, get you fried You don't really have no swag, so what you did? Your little buddy tried to take mine I never needed no help, I never needed nobody I wait in no line Better be a man and do the time, if you did the crime Bitch, why you cryin'? I just pulled up in a big body I got a lot of money comin' in I just got off the phone with my demon And he told me that I'm gon' win I can't be wasting time on the 'net I just be running up a fuckin' check Fuck that bitch, I make her sweat, huh I'ma die by my respect, huh I put a check up on my neck Life check ya in the head I signed for a couple milli' You only touched a hundred thou' Ain't nobody stealin' style Ain't nobody want yo' sauce Tell me who the fuck gon' fall off Tell me who gon' make it out? I don't be givin' no fucks (not one) Uh (just pull up, pull up, whoa) I don't know if you caught on (caught on) I don't be givin' no fuck, huh I say whatever I want, yeah I do whatever I want, huh I'm countin' up money for fun And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (luh geeky)
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, John Taylor, Benjamin Saint Fort, Noah Olivier Smith, Sebastian Colin Shah, Norma Winstone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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