ABK - Nevehoe (feat. Shaggy 2 Dope) Lyrics
[Repeat 3x]NevaNevaNevaNevaNevaNevaNevaNevaStay up off it![Anybody Killa]Quit frontin'Actin' like I don't know what you up toI see right through youSo what you gonna do?Never will you step a foot around me again'Cause hangin' with you I can't winSome of the people in this world is some straight up hoesBrown nose, I suppose, that's how it goesBut I sit back watchin', clockin' dollarsWith a smirk on my face waitin' for you to hollaSo 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 shotgunAll up in your face in case ya wanna taste a hot oneI got no love for them marksPunks, hoes, snitchesGrown ass *****esSo stay away and don't come to close'Cause you never know who may wanna come and slit ya throat[Chorus 2x]NevehoeYou ain't gettin' shitNevehoeNevehoeStay up off it![Shaggy 2 Dope]I can't stand a mutha*****a like youWhen my pockets in mind, I don't care what you intoI got too many mouths to feeds from kids to mothersMy wife and brothers and too many othersSee I'm being tryin' to speak onwhile you sit back and see me as a jar of Grey PouponI should'a just stuck my dick in your mouthGave your eyes chocolate donuts and bounced the ***** outI go home and meditate with some sageTryna brush off these forked tongues like back in the dayBut your new name is vittle fingers'Cause your a bank account raper tryin' to steal my dinnersJust another undercover crackheadIt comes down to you ain't rapin' me againNevehoe, *****, for now and nevermoreJust get your hands out my cookie jar you *****in' whore[Chorus 4x]NevehoeYou ain't gettin' shitNevehoeNevehoeStay up off it![Anybody Killa]Nevehoe, not no mo''Cause all your true colors are startin' to showGreedy ass, hand in the cookie jarTryna get a fistful but it's just too hardLet me catch you again, I thought I said neverTryna take what's mine but you ain't that cleverRunnin' with a hatchetPsychopathicWe 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 butt, *****!Now ***** that, it's time for some chokin'Crackin' those legs open, 'cause your drunk and smokin'Spittin' out babies like your spit your gameShitloads of money in fifteen minutes of fameNevehoe, no, I ain't the oneI don't pack one, but I do got a gun[Chorus 4x]NevehoeYou ain't gettin' shitNevehoeNevehoeStay up off it!What, what..? Bring that shit in *****, 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, ***** you, you ain't got no gas money (Stay upoff it!)Naw, hoe don't even *****in' worry about my bank account *****!(Stay up off it!)
