Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nevermind That, artist - Ab-Soul. Date of issue: 13.07.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nevermind That |
| Real nigga shit, real nigga shit |
| Pill popping, peel a nigga shit |
| (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) |
| Tell me something I don’t know |
| Real nigga shit |
| You know the name, Top Dawg, bitch! |
| No cat in this, I volunteered for these Hunger Games |
| I’m the one to blame for fucking up the frame |
| Of mind of many mimes but might I mind you these are minor things |
| My aim is to ill instill in the powers that be |
| The power in me, to move matter with my brain |
| Powder ain’t my name |
| Money, power, and respect, powder in my |
| Nevermind that baby just move your body |
| Nevermind that baby just move your body |
| Real nigga shit, she wanna be righteous young rich nigga bitch |
| Are you a lesbian or a librarian? |
| I know you got room for my dick |
| Shhh, Tionary in your library then |
| This ain’t a fairy tale, you are not dreaming, that Vitamin C, it is not semen |
| I’m prestigious, might press up on you- |
| I’m a fucking scripture nigga we bussin' scripts |
| If he don’t leave you no option |
| If your nose starts bleeding hold your balance (What?) |
| Balmain bikers, never rode a motorcycle, no denial |
| I just got em cause you got it, when you got em (HAH) |
| (They all know-know!) |
| Play this Soul shit |
| (And we load the clip!) |
| What you call that? |
| Real nigga shi… |
| (Real nigga shit!) |
| (Real nigga shit!) |
| (Real nigga shit!) |
| (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!) |
| (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) |
| Tell me something I don’t know |
| (Peel a nigga shit!) |
| (Real nigga shit!) |
| (Real nigga shit!) |
| (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!) |
| (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) |
| Nigga tell me something I don’t know |
| (Real nigga shit!) |
| (M-M-Maybach Music) |
| Three bands on my shades |
| I’m riding round in that nine |
| My car wash at four |
| My top down at five |
| These ho niggas don’t count |
| Them all golds gon' mount |
| Fake niggas gon' fade |
| We don’t know what that bout |
| That white girl in that pot, fuck niggas I’m high |
| (But Nevermind That baby just move your body) |
| That 45 on my person, quarter keys in my verse |
| All my shit be rock hard, yo shit so commercial |
| Master key to these riches |
| Fuck most of these bitches |
| Checked half of these niggas |
| Checking athlete figures |
| Rest In Peace, Yall niggas done forgot |
| Now your necks in the noose, see you at the top |
| (Real nigga shit!) |
| (Real nigga shit!) |
| (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!) |
| (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) |
| Nigga tell me something I don’t know |
| (Peel a nigga shit!) |
| (Real nigga shit!) |
| (Real nigga shit!) |
| (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!) |
| (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) |
| Nigga tell me something I don’t know |
| (Real nigga shit!) |
| Something and I pull up and I hop out looking fresh as Zanerobe leather sweats |
| Fucking bitches in the PH not the PJs (Saudi) |
| Blow a hundred thousand dollar cheque |
| Got them goons on deck- |
| Be quiet, real killers move in silence (they do!) |
| Them killers they be wyling, them killers they be wyling, yeah |
| Pop a pill and peel your shit, that’s TMI, but that’s R and- |