Nevermind That (feat. Rick Ross)

Ab-Soul

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    Soulo
    Tell me something I don't know
    (Real nigga shit!)
    (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit)
    (They all know-know and we load the clip)
    Nigga, tell me something I don't know
    (Real nigga shit!)
    Yup
    You know the name (you know the name)
    Top dawg, bitch!

    No cat in this, I volunteered for these hunger games (soul!)
    I'm the one to blame for fucking up the frame of mind
    The mini mimes but might I mind you these are minor things
    My aim is to ill instill in the powers that be
    The power in me, to move matter with my brain
    Powder ain't my name (nah)
    Money, power, and respect, powder in my
    But never mind that baby just move your body
    Never mind that baby just move your body
    Uh

    Real nigga shit
    She wanna be righteous young rich nigga bitch
    Are you a lesbian or a librarian? I know you got room for my dick
    Shhh, tionary in your library then
    Pretend if every tale you are not dreaming
    That vitamin C, it is not semen
    I'm prestigious, might press up on you-
    I'm a fuck scripture nigga we bussin' scripts
    If he don't leave you no option
    If your nose starts bleeding hold your balance (what?)
    Balmain's bikers, never rode a motorcycle no denial
    I just got 'em cause you got it, when you got 'em (hah)

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    (They all know-know)
    Play this soul shit
    What you call that?
    Tell me something I don't know
    (Real nigga shit!)
    (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit)
    (They all know-know and we load the clip)
    Nigga tell me something I don't know
    Real nigga shit

    Three bands on my shades
    I'm riding round with that nine
    My car wash at four
    My top down at five
    These ho niggas don't count
    Them marbles gon' mount
    Fake niggas gon' fade
    We don't know what that bout
    That white girl in that pot, fuck niggas I'm high
    (But never mind that baby just move your body)

    That 45 in my purse, quarter keys in my verse
    All my shit be rock hard, yo shit so commerce
    Master key to these bitches
    Fuck most of these bitches
    Checked half of these niggas
    Checking athlete figures
    Rest in peace, y'all niggas done forgot
    Now your neck in the noose, see you at the top
    Tell me something I don't know

    (Real nigga shit!)
    (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit)
    (They all know-know and we load the clip)
    Nigga tell me something I don't know
    Real nigga shit

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    Composición: William Roberts y Herbert Anthony Stevens IV

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