Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Really Don't Matter, artist - Twista. Date of issue: 28.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It Really Don't Matter |
| Do you really wanna ride with me and my nigga |
| Tippin' flickin' through cities |
| And never where we slow down |
| (Niccademus) |
| Come on |
| Ah Ah |
| Ah Ah |
| Nic Don |
| (Twista) |
| Do you really wanna ball with me and my nigga |
| Tippin' flickin' through cities |
| And never where we slow down |
| (Niccademus) |
| I was dirty south |
| Ever since it start with my shiny mouth |
| I make the whole crowd part what you talkin' bout |
| Step up in the club baby turn it out |
| Them hater’s get no love yo without a doubt |
| Hey whats that smell |
| Smokin' on a hot dub from A-T-L, whoa |
| Bitches in the back countin' my money |
| My two way off the hook cos everythang for sale |
| And it don’t matter to me |
| Slangin' in the studio or out in the streets |
| Without a motherfuckin' cap on my salary |
| So iced out cornered in the breeze |
| Coat chillin' in the place to be |
| And they ain’t ready for me |
| What ya’ll thought |
| 45 G’s up for a key and a boat, yo |
| Niccademus stayin' down to ride |
| I want whatever me and Twista bout to get it fo sho, yo |
| (chorus) (Niccademus) |
| Yo we can do it but it really don’t matter to me |
| Said we can do it but it really don’t matter to me |
| Said we can do it but it really don’t matter to me |
| (Twista) |
| Do you really wanna ride with me and my nigga |
| Tippin' flickin' through cities |
| And never where we slow down |
| (Niccademus) |
| But it really don’t matter to me |
| Said we can do it but it really don’t matter to me |
| Said we can do it but it really don’t matter to me |
| (Twista) |
| Do you really wanna ball with me and my nigga |
| Tippin' flickin' through cities |
| And never where we slow down |
| (Niccademus) |
| What |
| (Twista) |
| It really don’t matter to me either as long as the weeds purple |
| Fiendss in my circle so be when I hurt you |
| It ain’t shit to see us |
| Hoe niggas go and get your heata’s |
| Ain’t no fuckin' with Twista and Niccademus ya’ll some mistameena’s |
| I don’t bail better through the city of 50−60 |
| In the pocket next to the sticky sippin' on Mickie’s |
| On a money mission |
| While peoples eyes takin' pictures |
| Rollin' swisser’s hollin' at bitches thick as boa constrictors |
| Blaze all that hash sure |
| Screamin' show me baby what you got that ass for |
| Come and get with real niggas that’ll pull it |
| Murderers poppin' mo' |
| Tryin' to double it off with dro with 55 hata’s blow |
| Hata’s how you gonna care |
| Handlin' and countin' hundreds |
| Or freak on it while we get blunted or get them thangs a gunnin' |
| It really don’t matter to us |
| T and Nic Don |
| We step on competition and empty the clips gone |
| (Niccademus) |
| It really don’t matter to me |
| From the Chi-Town all the way over to S. C |
| From the dirty Bama up to Milwuakee |
| Niggas ride candy with 20 inch D’s |
| Spend a whole sack at the bar hoe please |
| Call my homie B and he be hittin' it with mo' cheese |
| Thug got takin' your bitches and steady stackin' more riches |
| Now throw your hands up for street B |
| Everybody feel me raise it up |
| Twist up another burner of stick-a-green blaze it up |
| They on the floor now |
| Tell me do you wanna ride with me and my nigga balla |
| Post speed and we never gonna slow down, oh |
| It don’t even matter yo |
| Smoked out with Twist in the studio |
| I spit a mothafuckin' tone on the microphone |
| Have 'em screamin' Nic Don nigga ready to go, oh |