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Drake
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'
(I-I-I—)
Man, I don't give a fuck who it is
I know I got my twizz' (BNYX)
Not in a long time, yeah, don't give a fuck what y'all on (I-I-I—)
Man, fuck all of you (All of you)
Yeah, I don't be givin' no fucks (Not one), uh (Just pull up, pull up, woah)
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 (Money for fun)
And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (The E)
Look, comin' live from the—
Comin' live from the one out the five
Comin' live from the three, two time
Whole gang fucked her 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 J, you boys try to vibe (I-I-I—)
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 on like a tie
I stay with that on like a bagel
I stay with that on like a lightsaber
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
Free the kid, Free the kid, Free the kid
Yeah, I don't be givin' no fucks (Not one), uh (Just pull up, pull up, woah)
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 (The E)
All of my twizz' got a gun (Blam)
Couple of my twizz' on the run (Phew)
Couple of my twizz' sellin' Runtz (The E)
Couple of my twizz' hit 'em up (The E)
Yeah, couple of my twizz' sell a bunch
Heard your money got took like it's lunch (Hah)
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 (Woo)
I never needed no help I never needed nobody, I wait in no line (Woo)
Gonna be a minute, tell 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 tell me that I'm gon' win
I can't be wasting time on the 'net, I just be running up a fuckin' check
Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat I'ma die by my respect
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 steal ya 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, woah)
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 (The E)
(I-I-I—)
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"IDGAF (feat. Yeat)" de Drake es una canción que encarna la arrogancia y el desenfreno característicos del trap moderno. Las letras, llenas de referencias a drogas, riqueza material, y desprecio hacia sus rivales, reflejan una cultura de ostentación y una actitud de superioridad. El uso repetitivo de la frase "I don't give a fuck" ("IDGAF") subraya esta falta de preocupación por las normas sociales y las opiniones ajenas, un sentimiento común en el hip-hop que celebra la rebeldía y la individualidad. El contexto emocional es de total indiferencia hacia la crítica y el juicio de los demás; esto se manifiesta en una actitud de desafío y superioridad, alimentada por el éxito financiero y el consumo de drogas. La canción también retrata una visión machista y misógina, representada en la forma en que Drake habla de las mujeres. El estilo musical se alinea con las tendencias actuales del trap, con un ritmo contundente y una producción minimalista que acentúa la agresividad de las letras. El uso de la colaboración con Yeat refleja una estrategia para expandir su audiencia y mantener relevancia dentro de un género musical cambiante. En conjunto, la canción nos da una visión de la vida y la mentalidad de Drake, donde el dinero, el poder y la indiferencia son las piedras angulares de su identidad.
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' (I-I-I—) Man, I don't give a fuck who it is I know I got my twizz' (BNYX) Not in a long time, yeah, don't give a fuck what y'all on (I-I-I—) Man, fuck all of you (All of you) Yeah, I don't be givin' no fucks (Not one), uh (Just pull up, pull up, woah) 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 (Money for fun) And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (The E) Look, comin' live from the— Comin' live from the one out the five Comin' live from the three, two time Whole gang fucked her 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 J, you boys try to vibe (I-I-I—) 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 on like a tie I stay with that on like a bagel I stay with that on like a lightsaber 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 Free the kid, Free the kid, Free the kid Yeah, I don't be givin' no fucks (Not one), uh (Just pull up, pull up, woah) 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 (The E) All of my twizz' got a gun (Blam) Couple of my twizz' on the run (Phew) Couple of my twizz' sellin' Runtz (The E) Couple of my twizz' hit 'em up (The E) Yeah, couple of my twizz' sell a bunch Heard your money got took like it's lunch (Hah) 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 (Woo) I never needed no help I never needed nobody, I wait in no line (Woo) Gonna be a minute, tell 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 tell me that I'm gon' win I can't be wasting time on the 'net, I just be running up a fuckin' check Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat I'ma die by my respect 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 steal ya 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, woah) 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 (The E) (I-I-I—)
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