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IGNORANT Video (MV)




Performed By: Sir
From Album: Heavy
Length: 3:05
Written by: Darryl Farris, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
Year: 2024




Sir - IGNORANT Lyrics
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World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't excitin'
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
Ay (ay, ay)

I may pop a clip (ay)
Funny how it hit (hit)
I ain't talkin' shit (no, no)
F*ck the politics (f*ck the politics)
I am not a bitch (no, no, no, no, no)
Got a 'bout it bitch ('bout it, 'bout it bitch)
She about her shit
Hey, I might blow a bag (yeah)
On some ignorant shit
I don't pay no rent
Funny how it hit
I ain't talkin' shit
Feel like Richie Rich
Y'all keep doin' looks
I got money on the books

Can't believe the shit that I see
Five hundred degrees, still feelin' the breeze
She do what she please, keep her off the leash (yeah, yeah)
But I love the fact she keep comin' back, we so ignorant

World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't excitin'
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't excitin'
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me

Not like me
Been doin' this, still hot like me
Turn everything to a bop like me
SiR told me, Stop," so I pop my piece, tell Top I need my swap, ay
'64 Chevy, no top, ay
Ride through the city with a bad-ass bitch, extendo in my Glock, ay
Solo on dolo, today I did Marni, I used to do Polo
Clutchin' my piece when the fan want a photo
Paranoia like it's two thousand one-four
Older I get, more I look like my uncle
Screamin', "Free TC," that's tatted on my knuckles
Free Brittney Griner, they held her in Russia
I smoke every day, so that could've been me though
Meanwhile, they killin' these innocent people

Can't believe the shit that I see
Five hundred degrees, still feelin' the breeze
She do what she please, keep her up her leash (yeah, yeah)
Bought another bag, she keep comin' back, we so ignorant

World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't excitin'
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't excitin'
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
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World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't excitin'
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
Ay (ay, ay)

I may pop a clip (ay)
Funny how it hit (hit)
I ain't talkin' shit (no, no)
F*ck the politics (f*ck the politics)
I am not a bitch (no, no, no, no, no)
Got a 'bout it bitch ('bout it, 'bout it bitch)
She about her shit
Hey, I might blow a bag (yeah)
On some ignorant shit
I don't pay no rent
Funny how it hit
I ain't talkin' shit
Feel like Richie Rich
Y'all keep doin' looks
I got money on the books

Can't believe the shit that I see
Five hundred degrees, still feelin' the breeze
She do what she please, keep her off the leash (yeah, yeah)
But I love the fact she keep comin' back, we so ignorant

World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't excitin'
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't excitin'
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me

Not like me
Been doin' this, still hot like me
Turn everything to a bop like me
SiR told me, Stop," so I pop my piece, tell Top I need my swap, ay
'64 Chevy, no top, ay
Ride through the city with a bad-ass bitch, extendo in my Glock, ay
Solo on dolo, today I did Marni, I used to do Polo
Clutchin' my piece when the fan want a photo
Paranoia like it's two thousand one-four
Older I get, more I look like my uncle
Screamin', "Free TC," that's tatted on my knuckles
Free Brittney Griner, they held her in Russia
I smoke every day, so that could've been me though
Meanwhile, they killin' these innocent people

Can't believe the shit that I see
Five hundred degrees, still feelin' the breeze
She do what she please, keep her up her leash (yeah, yeah)
Bought another bag, she keep comin' back, we so ignorant

World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't excitin'
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't excitin'
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
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Writer: Darryl Farris, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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