Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nevehoe, artist - ABK. Album song Dirty History, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Nevehoe |
Neva |
Neva |
Neva |
Neva |
Neva |
Neva |
Neva |
Neva |
Stay up off it! |
(ABK) |
Quit frontin' |
Actin' like I don’t know what you up to |
I see right through you |
So what you gonna do? |
Never will you step a foot around me again |
'Cause hangin' with you I can’t win |
Some of the people in this world is some straight up hoes |
Brown nose, I suppose, that’s how it goes |
But I sit back watchin', clockin' dollars |
With a smirk on my face waitin' for you to holla |
So I can say nevehoe, nope, what you thinkin'? |
All up in my face, tryna thug, breath stinkin' |
You can get the barrel from my homey, Shaggy’s shotgun |
All up in your face in case ya wanna taste a hot one |
I got no love for them marks |
Punks, hoes, snitches |
Grown ass bitches |
So stay away and don’t come to close |
'Cause you never know who may wanna come and slit ya throat |
Nevehoe |
You ain’t gettin' shit |
Nevehoe |
Nevehoe |
Stay up off it! |
(Shaggy 2 Dope) |
I can’t stand a muthaf**ka like you |
When my pockets in mind, I don’t care what you into |
I got too many mouths to feeds from kids to mothers |
My wife and brothers and too many others |
See I’m being tryin' to speak on |
While you sit back and see me as a jar of Grey Poupon |
I should’a just stuck my dick in your mouth |
Gave your eyes chocolate donuts and bounced the f**k out |
I go home and meditate with some sage |
Tryna brush off these forked tongues like back in the day |
But your new name is vittle fingers |
'Cause your a bank account raper tryin' to steal my dinners |
Just another undercover crackhead |
It comes down to you ain’t rapin' me again |
Nevehoe, bitch, for now and nevermore |
Just get your hands out my cookie jar you f**kin' whore |
Nevehoe |
You ain’t gettin' shit |
Nevehoe |
Nevehoe |
Stay up off it! |
(ABK) |
Nevehoe, not no mo' |
'Cause all your true colors are startin' to show |
Greedy ass, hand in the cookie jar |
Tryna get a fistful but it’s just too hard |
Let me catch you again, I thought I said never |
Tryna take what’s mine but you ain’t that clever |
Runnin' with a hatchet |
Psychopathic |
We don’t stop, so you gets no cream of our crop |
(Shaggy 2 Dope) |
Twelve years in this game, for what? |
So you can a bank teller out my butt, BITCH! |
Now f**k that, it’s time for some chokin' |
Crackin' those legs open, 'cause your drunk and smokin' |
Spittin' out babies like your spit your game |
Shitloads of money in fifteen minutes of fame |
Nevehoe, no, I ain’t the one |
I don’t pack one, but I do got a gun |
Nevehoe |
You ain’t gettin' shit |
Nevehoe |
Nevehoe |
Stay up off it! |
What, what. |
Bring that shit in bitch, what… |
(Stay up off it!) |
Man, don’t even touch my weed, dog I will bust that lip.(Stay up off it!) |
Don’t, don’t, don’t…you ain’t gettin' no ride, f**k you, you ain’t got no gas |
money (Stay up off it!) |
Naw, hoe don’t even f**kin' worry about my bank account bitch! |
(Stay up off it!) |