I.D.G.A.F - uuondatrack, Dbangz & J.Norm: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

uuondatrack, Dbangz & J.Norm

I.D.G.A.F

252

Hip-Hop/Rap

I.D.G.A.F was released on November 16, 2018 by Dollars not Sense as a part of the album WARNING

Song Details

Release DateNovember 16, 2018

LabelDollars not Sense

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM103

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

uuondatrack

Performer

Dbangz

Performer

J.Norm

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Uylus Earl Johnson Jr.

Uylus Earl Johnson Jr.

Composer

Lyrics

Bitch, I ain't a blood, but if I was, I'd be a blood

Looking for the plug, hit me up, I need more drugs

Shawty called me up, tryna fuck, she need more love

Drinks, bring 'em up, get a cup, watch me pour it up

Money on my mind, I don't mind, might just spend a dime

Shawty looking fine, give me time to look through your mind

Look and you will find, got no time to be off my grind

Pussy **** never want beef, uh, pork rinds

Ah, I just might take off straight to Venus

She gon' get fucked if she look at my penis

You high as fuck if you really think that you can win this

We'll fuck you up and make sure everybody's here to witness

Are you listening? Can you listen to me, Linda?

You **** sweet and artificial, something like Splenda

I'm sittin' at the top, but I'm a 5'7 ****

I got K's in the bank like I'm in a Klan **** (yeah)

(Yeah) whoa, you **** know I got the power, ****

(Yeah) huh, I fuck yo' bitch for 'bout an hour, ****

Yeah, you got the nerve to be mad at me?

Yeah, then I'ma fuck her in the shower, ****

Yeah, I made this song 'cause I don't give a fuck

Yeah, you're hiding from me like a tummy tuck

Finesse a check, get it back, then we cash it

All you **** see through, something like plastic

Bitch, I ain't a crip, but if I was, I'd be a crip

Walkin' with a limp, like a pimp, that's that crip walk

Let the chips talk, you don't wanna see me pissed off

Make yo' ass take a fuckin' flight, lift off

Bitch, I don't bang, but if I did, I'd be in a gang

Let my nuts hang, swang, swang, slang, slang, slang

Got her leg shaking, so I call her jangalang-lang

Love it when she tell me that she loves my dangalang-lang

Lotta y'all be rappin', but y'all always say the same thing

Got an Asian bitch, think her last name is Ling-Ling

Funny how a **** get them notes, but I can't sing

This a celebration, make a toast, ting, ting!

I would like to show appreciation to everybody

That told me that I'd never make it

I've always been a real one, I never had to fake it

A **** stay droppin' heat without no ventilation

Don't need a vacation

(Yeah) whoa, you **** know I got the power, ****

(Yeah) huh, I fuck yo' bitch for 'bout an hour, ****

Yeah, you got the nerve to be mad at me?

Yeah, then I'ma fuck her in the shower, ****

Yeah, I made this song 'cause I don't give a fuck (okay)

Yeah, you're hiding from me like a tummy tuck (that's right)

Finesse a check (yeah), get it back, then we cash it (yeah)

All you **** see through, something like plastic

Bitch, I'm taking booty, boarding vessels like a pirate

I like white girls, they either German or they probably Irish

Bitch a passenger, she bending over, toppin' up the pilot

Them **** tried to sell me, and I still ain't buy it

If I get back with my ex, then you know I'm starting a riot

I was 14 when they barely started to like it

I'm the best in my city, yo' ass retarded to fight it

Throw the gloves on, you know Mike Tyson

Let's get to fighting, huh

Y'all Kakashi, ain't no stoppin' all the copyin'

It's Blueface, we hide the wet sign and get to moppin' 'em

That's Ducati, two little bodies, you know we're coppin' em

New rappers, same flows, y'all a repeat of homonyms

Saying I'm the best isn't nothing above a compliment

I'm still on top and still ain't flexin' accomplishments

Put me on any track, and I'll prove to be competent

I'm burying the enemy 'cause I'm carrying confidence

(Yeah) whoa, you **** know I got the power, ****

(Yeah) huh, I fuck yo' bitch for 'bout an hour, ****

Yeah, you got the nerve to be mad at me?

Yeah, then I'ma fuck her in the shower, ****

Yeah, I made this song 'cause I don't give a fuck

Yeah, you're hiding from me like a tummy tuck

Finesse a check, get it back, then we cash it

All you **** see through, something like plastic

Yo' bitch said my dick is fantastic

We gon' fuckin' make it classic

Round two, it's just remastered

My sex drive always thrive on the mattress

Spark the flame, got the games now, get the matches

When we're done, I'ma make her pussy hold the ashes

Bitch, I'm classless, you're my slave, don't hide the lashes

Beat it up like I'm Cassius

Thought you licked me, bitch, I got several stashes

Mad at me 'cause I got an STD and probably gave you rashes

Bitch, I don't give a fuck, I see a hole, then blast it

A black bastard, I'll fuck your body in a casket

Bitch, I mastered the art of rhyme in due time

You see disaster, after that, comes the laughter

I just came to fuck, I don't care what happens after

Only thick bitches on my team, if she lean, we won't draft her

Don't cry like Kawhi, bitch, you with the Raptors

(Yeah) whoa, you **** know I got the power, ****

(I told y'all **** y'all ain't ready, mane)

(Yeah) huh, I fuck yo' bitch for 'bout an hour, ****

(Fuck all these bitch ass ****)

Yeah, you got the nerve to be mad at me?

(Fuck all you hoe ass bitches)

Yeah, then I'ma fuck her in the shower, ****

Yeah, I made this song 'cause I don't give a fuck

(It's chlamydia on my dick 'til the death of me, ****)

Yeah, you're hiding from me like a tummy tuck

(Fuck all of y'all, I don't give a fuck)

Written by: Uylus Earl Johnson Jr.

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