Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ignorance , by - V Don. Release date: 05.11.2015
Song language: English
Ignorance |
| Uh, they tell me ignorance is bliss |
| But who the fuck this ignant' nigga is? |
| That’s Nasty baby bitch, I’m on that ignant' nigga shit |
| And if a nigga bitch with it I’ll be in the crib hittin' |
| Couch-side eatin' popcorn with my socks on |
| 40-cal, drink in my hand, bumpin' a 'Pac song |
| Say that shit that’s bogus and you niggas know it |
| Hey nigga quit your Hocus Pocus you belong in circus |
| How you clown rappers 'posed to shine when the lights is broken? |
| I find your circuit breaker open, I decide to blow it |
| Uh, you rappers ain’t spitters anyway |
| I’ll splatter your favorite rapper and kill him any day |
| I say that shit with plenty save |
| I’m a dog my nigga and I’ve seen plenty days |
| I have my days my nigga |
| But I’m still stuck up in my ways my nigga, I never change |
| Nasty baby crack in the sack '90s nigga |
| I never change, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby |
| Ignant' nigga, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby |
| This ignant' nigga, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby |
| I never change, you rappers ain’t spitters anyways |
| Ignant' nigga, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby |
| I have my days my nigga |
| But I’m still stuck up in my ways my nigga, I never change |
| They tell me ignorance is bliss, but who the fuck is ignant'? |
| That’s looney gangster Mac-11, what’s the quickest path to heaven? |
| Xanax or this .357 that’s my only question |
| I’m on the edge of a refill |
| Thinkin: if these drugs don’t get me then the streets will |
| No big deal |
| I ain’t new to the bodies droppin' for cheap thrills |
| Riddin' since the Big Wheels, with the hot fries |
| Them Hush Puppies, no, we cross t’s and dot i’s |
| You cross lines, your knots bigger than Popeyes |
| Make you slap the taste out your momma mouth |
| Think twice 'fore you look once |
| I pop-pop pa pop-pop, them brains turn to fruit punch |
| I’m in that bag again, Mini Van Damme man |
| Con man’s jumpin' out the body-bag they had me in |
| How you kill a killer? |
| I’m a lil killer |
| Meets Curtis Jackson, a lil dealer, nigga ain’t nothin' iller |
| I spit in your shades, red rag wrapped on my face |
| Tec on the waist, a couple pints stashed in the safe |
| Since free lunch had them brown bags stacked for the case |
| I said I would change, I guess I’m just stuck in my ways |
| Mini Van Damme, that’s looney gangster Mac-11 |
| Mini Van, looney gangster Mac-11 |
| I’m in that bag again, that’s looney gangster Mac-11 |
| Drugs don’t get me then the streets will |
| I’m on the edge of a refill, red rag wrapped on my face |
| Tec on the waist, I’m on the edge of a refill, Mini Van Damme |