I Don't Give a Fuck
B.I.T.C.H Lyrics
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They say I'm loud belligerent and act ignorant and they can kiss my ass cause I really don't give a fucc
They say i speak too street and sound illiterate, go succ ya mumma bitch cause I don't really give a fucc
Fucc what you think, fucc what you thought, fucc what you saw, cause I don't give a fucc and never gave a fucc before
Verse 1:
You should keep your thoughts and hold off on your opinion
Cause I don't fucc about them things you trynna mention
I'm not trying to entertain that shit not even for the slightest second
Dead that shit from the break, period, end of sentence
The closest thing of giving a fucc you'll ever get from me
Is equal to the equivalency of a catholic priest
Practicing celibacy and its evidently all elementary
Cause those two things there relate and have a relevancy
This is me speaking my piece so eloquently
And why not? cause either way you see me
As a scumbag in the streets, you cumbag beat your feet
Open your mouth and eat this meat, just walk off don't speak to me
Cause I don't give a fucc about them things that you talking bout
And I don't give a damn that we here up in my girlfriend's house
Matter of fact you can get your shit and get the fucc up out this house
And take that bitch ass nigga witchu fore I knocc him out
Hook:
Verse 2:
One day I was strolling down the blocc right
I seen a bitch with a phat ass outside
So I made moves kept walking over to her
I'm dyslexic so this is how I was talking to her
Hey phat ass bitch I mean bitch with a phat ass
I couldn't see you with that thing there and let you pass
She said nigga who the fucc is you talking to?
I said you bitch, I mean bitch you
She said that's how you talk? Ouuu I'm real offended
I said yeah that's how I talk and I really meant it
You see me I don't give a fucc goddamn
I mean goddamn really don't give a fucc
She said that's wassup at least you true by being you
By the way who are you you're kinda tall and really cute
Long story short I got the number plus I fucced her too
And that's the only fucc she'll ever get from me and that's the truth
Hook:
Verse 3:
I say fucc your feelings, scream it at the top of lungs
And yell it off the top of buildings, bore a hole through your roof
And stomp a hole in your ceiling, I'm Ricc James bitch
Do what the hell i want fucc yo couch nigga, I won't change shit
I'm gon get mine erryway, errytime
So I speak my mind the same way errytime
Supply rhymes like maritime cross seas miles sky high
Bitch I fly when I'm high like an airline
This is my airtime so I kicc my anthem
Bitch yes I'm handsome, I'm my grandma's grandson
Never Run-DMC im tougher than a Vanson
Don't ever try to front on me you'll be crash landing
So ill call you bandicoot, me I'm the man that's who
Who are the hell are you?, you are so terrible
Me, I'm a terror too, you who i tear into
Truth, imma show and prove, prove, imma show the proof
In "I Don't give a fuck," B.I.T.C.H raps about his rise to fame and his outlook on life as a clever individual who is not afraid to stand up for himself. He acknowledges that he was destined for success, and no matter what people expect from him, he will do what he wants because ultimately he doesn't give a fuck. With his smooth flow, he paints a picture of life on the streets and his struggles, using vivid descriptions of his fashion, lifestyle, and relationships. The lyrics suggest that he has been in some legal trouble, and he references both his love for money and his commitment to his friends. He ends the song by asserting that he doesn't care what other people think or say about him, as long as he is alive and breathing.
While the lyrics of "I Don't give a fuck" are quite straightforward, some lines may require further explanation. For example, B.I.T.C.H mentions being "embrace[d] by the arms of the ill," which could be interpreted as him being recognized and respected by other experienced and dangerous individuals. He also uses various metaphors and slang terms that may be unfamiliar to some listeners. Overall, the song portrays a confident and empowered protagonist who is not afraid to speak his mind.
Line by Line Meaning
I was destined to come, yeah
I always knew I would make it big and nothing can stop me now
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
I don't care what anyone thinks or expects of me anymore
(Quiet money for life)
I'll always have money, and I prefer to keep it quiet and low-key
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
I'm smart and shouldn't be underestimated or messed with
(The society game returns)
This game is all about power and I'm in it to win it
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs
I'm grateful for my life and the opportunities that have come my way
Urban wars, I was destined to come
Growing up in the city was tough, but I always knew I was meant for greatness
(Dream Team, baby)
I'm part of a team that's destined for success
(Fall back y'all)
Everyone else needs to step down and let me take the spotlight
(I don't give a fuck)
I don't care what anyone else thinks or says
I'm known global, blooded out pimp by coastal
I'm famous worldwide and known as a suave, powerful person
Rap mobile, low key, anti-social
I have a fancy car but like to keep a low profile and avoid socializing
Smoke gray timbs, criss fade, wave to sin
I wear stylish clothes and shoes
White Denali, teared it up, flagrant rims
My car is fancy with flashy rims
I'm no thief, I live by the code of the streets
I am an honorable person and stick to the rules of the streets
I hold heat but no need to go in the deep
I carry a gun but try to avoid getting too involved in danger
Don for real with the same Gotti traumata pill
I'm a Don of the streets with the same trauma as the legendary Gotti
Von O Niel, embraced by the arms of the ill
I have a loyal group of followers who support me
Art of war, a hundred men, cars galore
In this game, there are many players and resources available
Wanted men, who couldn't see in robbin' the law?
There are criminals who are successful in evading the law
Live or not, I'm one half divide the block
Whether I'm alive or dead, half the people on the block still follow me
And I can show you how to take cash and bribe the cops
I know how to manipulate the system to get what I want
And from the bars to the backyards, alleys and aves
My influence reaches all corners of the city
Subtract, divide, add up, tally the math
This is a game of calculations and strategy
Stand direct, for dolo demand respect
I stand up straight and demand respect as a powerful person
Hand solo, sit back and watch the plans connect
I work hard alone and let my plans come together naturally
You heard
Listen carefully to what I have to say
I rock coogies but need fatigues, holdin' the cock oozie
I wear expensive clothing but am always ready with a gun
The block school me, cuties drop your doobies
I learned everything I know from the streets, and women are attracted to my lifestyle
It's on now, some claim I'm wrong but how?
I'm successful now and some people think it's not right, but who are they to judge?
Been indited so watch, rhyme, pull on my trial
I've been indicted for crimes, so now I have to be careful with my actions and words in court
Blow with me, I'm like the life of that old 50
Join me and have a good time, like the famous rapper 50 Cent
I dose quickly, moves is so shifty
I act quickly and my moves are unpredictable
Days been broke, on corners with them trays of Coke
I used to be broke and sell drugs on street corners
It was the dirty hustle money that raised my folks
My illegal activities provided for my family
Tights from jail, few nigas might see bail
I have friends in jail who may never get out
It's kinda foul when you watch nigga's wifies tell
It's sad to see guys' women turn on them and confess to crimes
Flip-on who? I still wore wrist on blue
I'm not afraid of anyone, even in difficult situations
Y'all know my style, MIA but I miss y'all too
You know who I am and what I'm like, even though I'm not around as much anymore
Tryin' to remain breathin', hot blocks never change seasons
I'm trying to stay alive, even though the dangers of the streets never go away
Bodies get caught for the strangest reasons
People get caught and killed for reasons no one can predict
Breathe the smoke and time for me is needed to Coke
I need some time to relax and do drugs
Won't stop till I stack it all and flee the coast
I won't stop making money until I have enough to leave and start over somewhere else
So now I toast, to all my close niggas that's ghost
I'm giving a toast to my friends who have died
Y'all know the sos, only soft niggas worry the most
You know my situation, only weak people worry too much
Come and get me, niggas, I'm nasty like Ken Griffy
I'm challenging anyone to come after me, I'm strong like the famous athlete Ken Griffy Jr.
Nigga is sissies, I bought some men with me
The people after me are weak, but I have strong people on my side
Wait 'til the heny' hit me, hope that sin lift me
I'm going to keep drinking and hope it takes away my pain
Never smile, style is wild, only grin strictly
I'm serious and have a wild style, I only smile sometimes
Your main supplier, for days in the same attire
I'm the main person for supplying drugs, and I wear the same clothes every day
Sat and watch nigga, used to get again, expire
I watched people who used to be successful fall back into addiction and crime
Deep in thought, spit it like a street report
I think and analyze deeply before speaking, like a street journalist
I rep alone still I stand without no feet support
I represent myself and stand tall without anyone's help
Fuck the threats, I rip necks of suckin' a tech
I don't care about threats, I'm willing to fight anyone who threatens me
Either that or ice picks stuck in your neck
If you threaten me, you'll either get beaten up or killed
I play different, I put a work stay consistent
I do things my own way, but I'm always consistent with my work
Love paper, plus a nigga praises commitment
I love money, and I respect people who are committed to their work
Dead the jokes, I'm near when the bread get boast
Stop joking around, I'm always nearby when there's money involved
So fuck me, ask your bitch who get head the most
I don't care what people say about me, ask your girlfriend who gave the best oral sex
(You heard?)
(Did you hear what I said?)
(Y'all niggas want? It's on)
(What do you guys want? Let's do this)
(It's time to y'all get it)
(It's time for you guys to understand)
(The God has returned)
(I am back, and I am powerful)
(BK don)
(Brooklyn is where I'm from)
(So-ci, visualiza)
(Think about it and visualize it)
(This is quiet money for life)
(I will always have money, and I prefer to keep it quiet)
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@xin8643
how to become a rapper:
1. Drum some beats on a table
2. Start rapping about everything that don't make no sense
3. add some swear words
4. Repeat them throughout the chorus
5. you're now a badass rapper
@Patrjckstar
People aint even realising kanye produced this song, thats why hes the coach
@belldamakayuki1503
Foreal! That makes sense this beat prod is unreal but it does sound Kanye af listening to it now!
@cukyggamboa714
Know I get it
@Siya4k
actually no he just flipped the sample used the beat is all Mustard
@dianequick6039
Sameeee!!!!!
@40EastTrill
Actually he didn't. Big Sean is on Kanye's label. THAT'S why Kanye is the coach.
@Ice-be9ei
Five years later I just realized the coach is Kanye.
@jimmydavis6054
Same dude
@imthatguy.6984
Ice 15 no cap
@abrokenthing470
Ice 15 lmao