Nevehoe Featuring Shaggy 2 Dope lyrics

(Repeat 3x)

Neva

Neva

Neva

Neva

Neva

Neva

Neva

Neva

Stay up off it!



(Anybody Killa)

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 ass bitches

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` shit

Nevehoe

Nevehoe

Stay up off it!



(Shaggy 2 Dope)

I can`t stand a muthafucka 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 fuck 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, 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 Killa)

Nevehoe, not no mo`

`Cause all your true colors are startin` to show

Greedy ass, 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 butt, BITCH!

Now fuck that, it`s time for some chokin`

Crackin` those legs open, `cause your drunk and smokin`

Spittin` out babies like your spit your game

Shitloads 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 will bust that lip..(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!)
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