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letra de idgaf - stanwill

[intro]
i don’t give a—
i don’t give a—
nah, i don’t give a— huh, huh
yeah, okay

[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck (b-tch), i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (no cap, though, sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia)
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch, i don’t give a—

[verse 1]
i wouldn’t chase you unless you see a bag in the mirror
v12s (skrrt), i’m back to back when i steer it
on my torso is virgil, on my ass the amiris
me and gang milli chasin’, know our ass gettin’ eerie
i don’t f-ck with y’all, middle finger every pick i post
2023, bet i’m hittin’ every b-tch i want
i don’t do no standards, 30s hang out every bl!ck i tote
she already knowing, i ain’t gotta tell a b-tch i’m goat
catch him fishbowling, tap the bl!ckie on the glass (no cap)
sh-ttyboy, but my pendant p-ssy on they ass (bling)
this a hundred shotter, up a titty on they ass
this a kitty, tell the boys i’m getting shifty on they ass
i rock too much fendi, so i never got a scholarship
i be d-gg-ng b-tches, tell somebody pass a collar quick
caught him walking out of somerset without a dollar spent
i ain’t know this b-tch was baldheaded, i sn-tched out her wig
[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (n-gga, yeah)
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch, i don’t give a— huh

[verse 2]
bullets hot as h-ll, like a perm, they gon’ burn his top
need some fire head to be my b-tch, you gotta earn this spot
brodie gon’ be cranky than a b-tch until he stir his wock
this some eighty-dollar eighthy sh-t, boy, you don’t burn this ‘za
huh, okay, alright
unky pulled the pill up out his pop, he got the oxy wocky (d-mn)
funny how this lil’ b-tch a demon, she got godly sloppy
i don’t pop out with the f&n, you know it’s probably glocky
run it up until my hip broke, huh
we don’t knuckle up, my babies bl!ck tote, huh
she ain’t tryna f-ck you ’cause your whip slow, huh
funny i ain’t sh-t, but i’m the sh-t, though (sh-ttyboyz)
yeah, i don’t give a f-ck, sh-t, d-mn (naw)
get up out this whip if you don’t suck d-ck, ma’am (bye-bye)
let a goofy try to touch the hutch kit, blam
how many times i gotta tell ’em they can’t f-ck with stan? (nah, for real)
f-ck
[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch, i don’t give a— huh (yeah, though)

[outro]
real sh-ttyboyz sh-t
she gon’ f-ck ’cause the sh-ttyboyz lit, but you know that

- stanwill

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