Is she gonna dance
For all of these bands
And all these dead faces
I run through my hands
I'm patiently waiting
Till I get a chance
To knock out these oppas
And run up these bands
I do what I want
And you do what you can
I never cared
What a f*ck nigga said
Don't aim at your chest
We leave shots at yo head
Them panties gon drop
When I'm throwing these bands
These niggas wasn't here
When I needed a hand
If you cross me once
I can't trust you again
These bitches be trippin
They f*ck with my head
So I rather pour me cup up instead
Baby don't push me I'm close to the edge
Hop up on the counter we making a mess
She feel like my diamonds and my diamonds wet
We making a movie recording a flick
I just got the chain blew the check like it's nothing
This bitch Superbad and I need some Mclovin
The best that she had, scream my name when we f*ckin
I'm chasing this bag, bitch I'm chasing this money
Grab the codeine pour it straight in the Fanta
I feel like designer got broads in Atlanta
She in her feelings she say she a cancer
I got 3 ho's and they calling me Santa
I took a flight to LA
Jumped in the whip
When I hopped off the plane
I don't miss shots
Cause my choppa got aim
Can't f*ck with these thots
Cause they flock for the fame
Niggas get popped
If they reach for my chain
Nigga been Ballin
Like it was 2k
All of that jealousy
Shows on your face
She like what's on your neck
I say bitch it's a lake
Is she gonna dance
For all of these bands
And all these dead faces
I run through my hands
I'm patiently waiting
Till I get a chance
To knock out these oppas
And run up these bands
I do what I want
And you do what you can
I never cared
What a f*ck nigga said
Don't aim at your chest
We leave shots at yo head
Them panties gon drop
When I'm throwing these bands
All of this money a nigga don't know how to count it
I'm stacking these checks and im keeping my balance
These bitches ain't shit if you keep it a thousand
Im coppin the rollie my bitch got the patek
Buying these whips and they foreign
If it aint real i dont want it
F*cking that bitch in the morning
She said her nigga is boring
Oh yea
She think I'm the plug cause my gas be the loudest
Im getting this money don't need no accountant
F*ck you gon tell me about it?
I took that bitch to an island
Nigga don't know nothing bout it
Givenchy drip i be styling
Perfect finesse be the timing
Staring so hard at my diamonds
I cant f*ck that bitch, she a dub
She sucking a dick in the club
I can't give these bitches no love
But baby still can't get enough
These niggas f*ck with me
These bitches f*ck with me
Got two different hoes in two different cities
I cant f*ck with love my mind on a milli
But if you pull up then we can get busy
Yea she gonna dance
For all of these bands
And all these dead faces
I run through my hands
I'm patiently waiting
Till I get a chance
To knock out these oppas
And run up these bands
I do what I want
And you do what you can
I never cared
What a f*ck nigga said
Don't aim at your chest
We leave shots at yo head
Them panties gon drop
When I'm throwing these bands
Is she gonna dance
For all of these bands
And all these dead faces
I run through my hands
I'm patiently waiting
Till I get a chance
To knock out these oppas
And run up these bands
I do what I want
And you do what you can
I never cared
What a f*ck nigga said
Don't aim at your chest
We leave shots at yo head
Them panties gon drop
When I'm throwing these bands
Yeah, I never cared what a f*ck nigga said
Yeah, I never cared what a f*ck nigga said
Kwiik - Never Cared (feat. Lil Jeff) Lyrics
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English
Is she gonna dance
For all of these bands
And all these dead faces
I run through my hands
I'm patiently waiting
Till I get a chance
To knock out these oppas
And run up these bands
I do what I want
And you do what you can
I never cared
What a f*ck nigga said
Don't aim at your chest
We leave shots at yo head
Them panties gon drop
When I'm throwing these bands
These niggas wasn't here
When I needed a hand
If you cross me once
I can't trust you again
These bitches be trippin
They f*ck with my head
So I rather pour me cup up instead
Baby don't push me I'm close to the edge
Hop up on the counter we making a mess
She feel like my diamonds and my diamonds wet
We making a movie recording a flick
I just got the chain blew the check like it's nothing
This bitch Superbad and I need some Mclovin
The best that she had, scream my name when we f*ckin
I'm chasing this bag, bitch I'm chasing this money
Grab the codeine pour it straight in the Fanta
I feel like designer got broads in Atlanta
She in her feelings she say she a cancer
I got 3 ho's and they calling me Santa
I took a flight to LA
Jumped in the whip
When I hopped off the plane
I don't miss shots
Cause my choppa got aim
Can't f*ck with these thots
Cause they flock for the fame
Niggas get popped
If they reach for my chain
Nigga been Ballin
Like it was 2k
All of that jealousy
Shows on your face
She like what's on your neck
I say bitch it's a lake
Is she gonna dance
For all of these bands
And all these dead faces
I run through my hands
I'm patiently waiting
Till I get a chance
To knock out these oppas
And run up these bands
I do what I want
And you do what you can
I never cared
What a f*ck nigga said
Don't aim at your chest
We leave shots at yo head
Them panties gon drop
When I'm throwing these bands
All of this money a nigga don't know how to count it
I'm stacking these checks and im keeping my balance
These bitches ain't shit if you keep it a thousand
Im coppin the rollie my bitch got the patek
Buying these whips and they foreign
If it aint real i dont want it
F*cking that bitch in the morning
She said her nigga is boring
Oh yea
She think I'm the plug cause my gas be the loudest
Im getting this money don't need no accountant
F*ck you gon tell me about it?
I took that bitch to an island
Nigga don't know nothing bout it
Givenchy drip i be styling
Perfect finesse be the timing
Staring so hard at my diamonds
I cant f*ck that bitch, she a dub
She sucking a dick in the club
I can't give these bitches no love
But baby still can't get enough
These niggas f*ck with me
These bitches f*ck with me
Got two different hoes in two different cities
I cant f*ck with love my mind on a milli
But if you pull up then we can get busy
Yea she gonna dance
For all of these bands
And all these dead faces
I run through my hands
I'm patiently waiting
Till I get a chance
To knock out these oppas
And run up these bands
I do what I want
And you do what you can
I never cared
What a f*ck nigga said
Don't aim at your chest
We leave shots at yo head
Them panties gon drop
When I'm throwing these bands
Is she gonna dance
For all of these bands
And all these dead faces
I run through my hands
I'm patiently waiting
Till I get a chance
To knock out these oppas
And run up these bands
I do what I want
And you do what you can
I never cared
What a f*ck nigga said
Don't aim at your chest
We leave shots at yo head
Them panties gon drop
When I'm throwing these bands
Yeah, I never cared what a f*ck nigga said
Yeah, I never cared what a f*ck nigga said
For all of these bands
And all these dead faces
I run through my hands
I'm patiently waiting
Till I get a chance
To knock out these oppas
And run up these bands
I do what I want
And you do what you can
I never cared
What a f*ck nigga said
Don't aim at your chest
We leave shots at yo head
Them panties gon drop
When I'm throwing these bands
These niggas wasn't here
When I needed a hand
If you cross me once
I can't trust you again
These bitches be trippin
They f*ck with my head
So I rather pour me cup up instead
Baby don't push me I'm close to the edge
Hop up on the counter we making a mess
She feel like my diamonds and my diamonds wet
We making a movie recording a flick
I just got the chain blew the check like it's nothing
This bitch Superbad and I need some Mclovin
The best that she had, scream my name when we f*ckin
I'm chasing this bag, bitch I'm chasing this money
Grab the codeine pour it straight in the Fanta
I feel like designer got broads in Atlanta
She in her feelings she say she a cancer
I got 3 ho's and they calling me Santa
I took a flight to LA
Jumped in the whip
When I hopped off the plane
I don't miss shots
Cause my choppa got aim
Can't f*ck with these thots
Cause they flock for the fame
Niggas get popped
If they reach for my chain
Nigga been Ballin
Like it was 2k
All of that jealousy
Shows on your face
She like what's on your neck
I say bitch it's a lake
Is she gonna dance
For all of these bands
And all these dead faces
I run through my hands
I'm patiently waiting
Till I get a chance
To knock out these oppas
And run up these bands
I do what I want
And you do what you can
I never cared
What a f*ck nigga said
Don't aim at your chest
We leave shots at yo head
Them panties gon drop
When I'm throwing these bands
All of this money a nigga don't know how to count it
I'm stacking these checks and im keeping my balance
These bitches ain't shit if you keep it a thousand
Im coppin the rollie my bitch got the patek
Buying these whips and they foreign
If it aint real i dont want it
F*cking that bitch in the morning
She said her nigga is boring
Oh yea
She think I'm the plug cause my gas be the loudest
Im getting this money don't need no accountant
F*ck you gon tell me about it?
I took that bitch to an island
Nigga don't know nothing bout it
Givenchy drip i be styling
Perfect finesse be the timing
Staring so hard at my diamonds
I cant f*ck that bitch, she a dub
She sucking a dick in the club
I can't give these bitches no love
But baby still can't get enough
These niggas f*ck with me
These bitches f*ck with me
Got two different hoes in two different cities
I cant f*ck with love my mind on a milli
But if you pull up then we can get busy
Yea she gonna dance
For all of these bands
And all these dead faces
I run through my hands
I'm patiently waiting
Till I get a chance
To knock out these oppas
And run up these bands
I do what I want
And you do what you can
I never cared
What a f*ck nigga said
Don't aim at your chest
We leave shots at yo head
Them panties gon drop
When I'm throwing these bands
Is she gonna dance
For all of these bands
And all these dead faces
I run through my hands
I'm patiently waiting
Till I get a chance
To knock out these oppas
And run up these bands
I do what I want
And you do what you can
I never cared
What a f*ck nigga said
Don't aim at your chest
We leave shots at yo head
Them panties gon drop
When I'm throwing these bands
Yeah, I never cared what a f*ck nigga said
Yeah, I never cared what a f*ck nigga said
Writer: Rylan Brock
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid