"Never Mind" lyrics
"Never Mind"
(I'm Kured)
Ayy
She say, "I know you gangster, wanna fuck?" Well, bitch, since you that smart
Shit, I need that headstart
It's just not an option, either that, catch the next the car
Bitches outta pocket, made her get the package, Brett Favre
Yeah, my bitches trapstars
I cleaned they money, now we own mansions and drive the best cars
They hatin', got they stomach hurtin' like I'm Kev Hart
Hotboxin' in a Benz right next to where the jet park
I know they not my friends, but hold up, this the best part
I got 'em all finish theyself before the best part
It's a marathon, not a race, how you gon' check Mark?
I'm thuggin' West with my Dexter niggas like I'm Mandark
Who would've guessed I really would've took it that far?
Yeah, I know you never'd've guessed
They throw all they problems on you, just expect you to catch
Throw pity parties and want me as the celebrity guest
I'm in the titty bar froze just collectin' a check
Bro came home fly, still tryna catch him a nat
Your favorite rapper big cap, call him Cat in the Hat
Mini-machine in my pants like I get asthma attacks
Finna go see my other bitch, bae, pass the Land Rover
Niggas keyboard thuggin', better have FN on 'em
Like he got his hair washed, hit his head with big blower
Never mind, you took too long, I'll call my other bitch over
Never mind, you movin' wrong, I gave the hit to real soldiers
Never mind, this twenty pokin', I just hit a lick for it
Never mind, bro, I don't want her, come and scoop this bitch for me
Never mind, bro, I ain't goin', can't keep that stick on me
Nigga, fuck it, I'm straight, never mind
I asked for a favor, said you couldn't do it, but never tried
It's cool, you know I'ma make a way 'stead of cry
Still gon' come through for you when you need me every time, nigga
Just hit me anytime
Seen a dirty opp at the casino smokin' a cigarette on penny slots
Stressed out, tryna come up off of that lil' five
Should've roughed him up, but I just asked him if he need a job
Shit, what would Jesus do?
Feet bleedin', wrist up, cross full of jewels
Can barely see the hands in the face, peekaboo
Yeah, missin' dog alert, have you seen my roof?
Yeah, I miss my dog, it hurts, but ain't ran, that's cool
Million-dollar deals, then the next week, feds sweep
Now they tryna raid us 'cause we all in LV
I'm tryna tell my bro this bitch ain't shit, but brodie fell deep
I promised her I got your back for life if you don't fail me
Look at my neck, you gon' see waterfall, TLC
This ain't Monopoly, how you get out of jail free?
I don't do internet, see you in person, pop out, yeah, it's me
These niggas know what's up with Kidd
You got the music too damn low, turn it up a bit
Yeah, I'm single and I'm rich, who was wonderin'?
Like a painter, got the stick in the Cullinan
She think she special, everybody know my government
Finna go see my other bitch, bae, pass the Land Rover
Niggas keyboard thuggin', better have FN on 'em
Like he got his hair washed, hit his head with big blower
Never mind, you took too long, I'll call my other bitch over
Never mind, you movin' wrong, I gave the hit to real soldiers
Never mind, this twenty pokin', I just hit a lick for it
Never mind, bro, I don't want her, come and scoop this bitch for me
Never mind, bro, I ain't goin', can't keep that stick on me
- AZLyrics
- C
- Cash Kidd Lyrics
album:
"BeBe Kidd 3" (2023)
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