Abk (anybody k**a) - Nevehoe lyrics

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Abk (anybody k**a) - Nevehoe lyrics

[Repeat 3x] Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Stay up off it! [Anybody k**a] 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 a** b**hes So stay away and don't come to close 'Cause you never know who may wanna come and slit ya throat [Chorus 2x] Nevehoe You ain't gettin' sh** Nevehoe Nevehoe Stay up off it! [Shaggy 2 Dope] I can't stand a muthaf**a 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** 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, b**h, for now and nevermore Just get your hands out my cookie jar you f**in' who*e [Chorus 4x] Nevehoe You ain't gettin' sh** Nevehoe Nevehoe Stay up off it! [Anybody k**a] Nevehoe, not no mo' 'Cause all your true colors are startin' to show Greedy a**, 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 bu*t, b*tch! Now f** that, it's time for some chokin' Crackin' those legs open, 'cause your drunk and smokin' Spittin' out babies like your spit your game sh**loads 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' sh** Nevehoe Nevehoe Stay up off it! What, what..? Bring that sh** in b**h, 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** you, you ain't got no gas money (Stay up off it!) Naw, hoe don't even f**in' worry about my bank account b**h! (Stay up off it!)