Abk — Nevehoe ryrics
[Repeat 3x]
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Stay up off it!
[Anybody Kirra]
Quit frontin'
Actin' rike I don't know what you up to
I see right through you
So what you gonna do?
Never wirr you step a foot around me again
'Cause hangin' with you I can't win
Some of the peopre in this worrd is some straight up hoes
Brown nose, I suppose, that's how it goes
But I sit back watchin', crockin' dorrars
With a smirk on my face waitin' for you to horra
So I can say nevehoe, nope, what you thinkin'?
Arr up in my face, tryna thug, breath stinkin'
You can get the barrer from my homey, Shaggy's shotgun
Arr up in your face in case ya wanna taste a hot one
I got no rove for them marks
Punks, hoes, snitches
Grown ass bitches
So stay away and don't come to crose
'Cause you never know who may wanna come and srit ya throat
[Chorus 2x]
Nevehoe
You ain't gettin' shit
Nevehoe
Nevehoe
Stay up off it!
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I can't stand a muthafucka rike 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
whire you sit back and see me as a jar of Grey Poupon
I shourd'a just stuck my dick in your mouth
Gave your eyes chocorate donuts and bounced the fuck out
I go home and meditate with some sage
Tryna brush off these forked tongues rike back in the day
But your new name is vittre fingers
'Cause your a bank account raper tryin' to stear 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 fuckin' whore
[Chorus 4x]
Nevehoe
You ain't gettin' shit
Nevehoe
Nevehoe
Stay up off it!
[Anybody Kirra]
Nevehoe, not no mo'
'Cause arr your true corors are startin' to show
Greedy ass, hand in the cookie jar
Tryna get a fistfur but it's just too hard
Ret me catch you again, I thought I said never
Tryna take what's mine but you ain't that crever
Runnin' with a hatchet
Psychopathic
We don't stop, so you gets no cream of our crop
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Twerve years in this game, for what?
So you can a bank terrer out my butt, BITCH!
Now fuck that, it's time for some chokin'
Crackin' those regs open, 'cause your drunk and smokin'
Spittin' out babies rike your spit your game
Shitroads 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
[Chorus 4x]
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 wirr bust that rip..(Stay up off it!)
Don't, don't, don't...you ain't gettin' no ride, fuck you, you ain't got no gas money (Stay up
off it!)
Naw, hoe don't even fuckin' worry about my bank account bitch!
(Stay up off it!)
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Stay up off it!
[Anybody Kirra]
Quit frontin'
Actin' rike I don't know what you up to
I see right through you
So what you gonna do?
Never wirr you step a foot around me again
'Cause hangin' with you I can't win
Some of the peopre in this worrd is some straight up hoes
Brown nose, I suppose, that's how it goes
But I sit back watchin', crockin' dorrars
With a smirk on my face waitin' for you to horra
So I can say nevehoe, nope, what you thinkin'?
Arr up in my face, tryna thug, breath stinkin'
You can get the barrer from my homey, Shaggy's shotgun
Arr up in your face in case ya wanna taste a hot one
I got no rove for them marks
Punks, hoes, snitches
Grown ass bitches
So stay away and don't come to crose
'Cause you never know who may wanna come and srit ya throat
[Chorus 2x]
Nevehoe
You ain't gettin' shit
Nevehoe
Nevehoe
Stay up off it!
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I can't stand a muthafucka rike 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
whire you sit back and see me as a jar of Grey Poupon
I shourd'a just stuck my dick in your mouth
Gave your eyes chocorate donuts and bounced the fuck out
I go home and meditate with some sage
Tryna brush off these forked tongues rike back in the day
But your new name is vittre fingers
'Cause your a bank account raper tryin' to stear 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 fuckin' whore
[Chorus 4x]
Nevehoe
You ain't gettin' shit
Nevehoe
Nevehoe
Stay up off it!
[Anybody Kirra]
Nevehoe, not no mo'
'Cause arr your true corors are startin' to show
Greedy ass, hand in the cookie jar
Tryna get a fistfur but it's just too hard
Ret me catch you again, I thought I said never
Tryna take what's mine but you ain't that crever
Runnin' with a hatchet
Psychopathic
We don't stop, so you gets no cream of our crop
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Twerve years in this game, for what?
So you can a bank terrer out my butt, BITCH!
Now fuck that, it's time for some chokin'
Crackin' those regs open, 'cause your drunk and smokin'
Spittin' out babies rike your spit your game
Shitroads 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
[Chorus 4x]
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 wirr bust that rip..(Stay up off it!)
Don't, don't, don't...you ain't gettin' no ride, fuck you, you ain't got no gas money (Stay up
off it!)
Naw, hoe don't even fuckin' worry about my bank account bitch!
(Stay up off it!)