Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nvm, artist - Dropout Kings. Album song AudioDope, in the genre Ню-металDate of issue: 09.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: English
Nvm |
| Never mind what I’m doin' |
| Never mind what I’m sayin' |
| Never mind who I’m fuckin' |
| I’m just sayin dawg |
| Yeah, ya real, real cool |
| Yeah, ya real, real smooth |
| You’re a real chill dude |
| Why you scared dawg |
| Why you always trippin' |
| Why you always slippin' |
| Why you always snitchin' |
| Why you always bitchin' |
| You should stop that |
| Now you fuckin' with the DOK |
| And the homies don’t hesitate |
| Just sayin' |
| Didn’t wanna do it |
| Really, didn’t wanna do it |
| Told the mothafucka |
| But you know I gotta do it to 'em |
| Had to put em through it |
| Didn’t wanna put em through it |
| Told me that I wouldn’t |
| So you know I have to give it em |
| Pull ‘em out the car, homies screamin' world star |
| Duckin' from the from the cops |
| ‘Cuz you know we on the radar |
| Didn’t wanna do it |
| Really, didn’t wanna do it |
| Told the mothafucka |
| But you know I gotta do it to ‘em |
| Fuck with me |
| Never die, never not high, never live a lie |
| First degree |
| Too sick and I’m too lit, never gave a shit |
| Unleash the beast |
| Two cups and I’m turnt up, never gave a fuck |
| Hate me |
| Never die, we just multiply, never give it up |
| Sanity is for the weak |
| If we ever have beef, I won’t even speak |
| Should I hope I’ve been forgiven |
| For the way I’m livin' |
| Hardest of the missions |
| If he listens when I’m on my knees |
| Yo, I’m tryna find my balance on this trapeze |
| Met twins from the hood, they were trapese |
| Said they got drink, got drugs, like guns, like fun And they’re really into bad |
| things |
| Like, maybe we should rob somebody |
| Or maybe we should steal a ‘rari |
| Right of the lot, we could start a party |
| Hit the building lobby, light the blunt |
| And get the chills up off me |
| I look appealing with ‘em feelin' on me |
| Got a million on me, and a couple of 1's |
| Two down bitches dressed like a couple of nuns |
| Tryna tally my sum from money races I’ve won |
| It takes a second ‘cuz I’ve only come in second to none, what |
| Never mind how I’m livin' |
| Never mind where I’m chillin' |
| Never mind who’s the villain |
| Why you wanna know |
| Tryna act too calm, tryna act too strong |
| You ain’t never been wrong |
| What you hidin', though |
| Tryna get me caught |
| Tryna get me locked |
| Tryna get me knocked |
| Tryna get me dropped |
| You should stop that |
| Now, you fuckin' with the DOK |
| And the homies don’t like to wait |
| They just spray it |
| Didn’t wanna do it |
| Really didn’t wanna do it |
| Told the mothafucka |
| But you know I gotta do it to 'em |
| Had to put em through it |
| Didn’t wanna put em through it |
| Told me that I wouldn’t |
| So you know I have to give it em |
| Pull em out the car, homies screaming world star |
| Duckin' from the from the cops |
| Cuz you know we on the radar |
| Didn’t wanna do it |
| Really, didn’t wanna do it |
| Told the mothafucka |
| But, you know I gotta do it to ‘em |
| Fuck with me |
| Never die, never not high, never live a lie |
| First degree |
| Too sick and I’m too lit, never gave a shit |
| Unleash the beast |
| Two cups and I’m turnt up, never gave a fuck |
| Hate me |
| Never die, we just multiply, never give it up |
| Not even my final form |
| Got a halo on my necklace and a triple horn |
| Never incidental, never sentimental |
| Never know if what I’m into |
| Gonna leave my momma here to mourn |
| Yo, see I’m Slick Rick with script flip |
| Told the twins grab a Benz but no new friends |
| We ‘bouta hit a bank for some new ends |
| Get a new tint, chop the top, and get new rims |
| No, no step ladder money |
| I’m talkin' blue-face pattern money |
| Talkin' make your ass fatter money |
| Talkin' space ship trips out to Saturn money |
| Think of shit, you ain’t never ever had no money |
| Cut the fuckboys off, and the bitches too |
| If I fuck, Imma make her do the dishes too |
| Sticky-icky in the wrap like gorilla glue |
| We took the loot |
| Now, we got the scenic view (what) |
| Never mind bout our plans |
| Never mind ‘bout the bands |
| Never mind who I am, why you ask that |
| Tryna act too nice, tryna act too right |
| We don’t act ‘round here |
| Where’s your pass at |
| Tryna cut a deal, tryna get a meal |
| Tryna get a steal, tryna fake the real, better stop that |
| Now, you fuckin' with DOK |
| And my homies don’t play no games |
| They just blaze it |
| Didn’t wanna do it |
| Really, didn’t wanna do it |
| Told the mothafucka |
| But you know I gotta do it to 'em |
| Had to put em through it |
| Didn’t wanna put em through it |
| Told me that I wouldn’t |
| So, you know I have to give it em |
| Pull ‘em out the car, homies screamin' world star |
| Duckin' from the from the cops |
| ‘Cuz you know we on the radar |
| Didn’t wanna do it |
| Really, didn’t wanna do it |
| Told the mothafucka |
| But you know I gotta do it to ‘em |
| Fuck with me |
| Never die, never not high, never live a lie |
| First degree |
| Too sick and I’m too lit, never gave a shit |
| Unleash the beast |
| Two cups and I’m turnt up, never gave a fuck |
| Hate me |
| Never die, we just multiply, never give it up |
| DOK won’t ever die |
| We never lie |
| I’ll clarify |
| You horrified |
| We multiply |
| You occupied |
| We amplify |
| You petrified |
| We nullify |
| You know we got an alibi |
| We always high, we super fly |
| Like mothafuckin satellites |
| Music is my main bitch |
| And the language she speak dangerous |
| Blowin' out the bass how we bang shit |
| Break a mothafuckas face if he ain’t shit |
| Too cool in that two tone |
| I’m like a toucan, with them loop holes |
| They don’t understand me |
| That’s Bane, bitch |
| No plain shit |