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Never Mind (feat. RxdRoxch & Yvngone) Video (MV)




Performed By: D3ADEYE
Featuring: al3xxx
Language: English
Length: 4:00
Written by: Dallas Nunley, Alex Tapia, Diego Reyes




D3ADEYE - Never Mind (feat. RxdRoxch & Yvngone) Lyrics




[ Featuring al3xxx ]

Aye let's light this one real quick
Haha

I gotta couple bands and I don't know what to spend it on
Brand new Benz, f*ck I even got a few Vuitton
Ice on my neck, I stay drippin' like my faucets on
Countin' up these hundies, bitch your bank account is negative one

I think a storms comin' so you better go inside
Money rains on me like it's f*ckin' fallin' from the sky
Got some gold diggers callin' and I f*ckin' hit decline
What you got bitch, you know what f*ck it never mind

Sick of all these fools
Sick of all these lames
I need me some jewels
I need me some chains

I can be so cruel am I even sane, I feel deranged
F*ckin up everything with my friends mane
Toughen up you can go through this again
Buckle up I need switch my lanes need switch my game

I need to gather my thoughts in my brain
I need to think about what the f*ck I'm sayin I'ma super saiyan mixed wit majin bu
And I'm dodgin you I'na blacked out coupe fog in the view cuz we gassed out too I'ma pass out foo

And you know I'm with the crew
Put a bullet in you hit you f*ckin' deuce
Bitch I neva want a truce
I finesse and I steal and that the f*ckin' truth I'm the best that's for real whiles you's a f*ckin' mooch
Bitch, I'm blessed and I'm real I'm that radical dude
Yuh, I'm the radical dude

I gotta couple bands and I don't know what to spend it on
Brand new Benz f*ck I even got a few Vuitton
Ice on my neck I stay drippin' like my faucets on
Countin' up these hundies, bitch your bank account is negative one

I think a storms comin' so you better go inside
Money rains on me like it's f*ckin' fallin' from the sky
Got some gold diggers callin' and I f*ckin' hit decline
What you got bitch, you know what f*ck it never mind

The shit you got on straight fake, you a poser (Poser)
Burn a couple blunts, you can say I'ma stoner (Stoner)
See us comin' at ya then you'll know you're in danger (Danger)
Gonna kick your ass then we'll laugh like the Joker (Haha)

If I ever hurt your feelings I will not apologize
F*ckin' with my money I'ma leave you paralyzed (Yeah)
You'll be lucky if I even let you go alive (Yeah)
Any last words bitch, f*ck it never mind

F*ck it never mind, ima smoke another pack
Black Cadillac, take a bullet to the neck
F*cking on your bitch, I'm gripping on her chest
She don't f*ck with lames, so she riding with the best

She ride with the best so she not with you
Shorty gripping on my dick, what you gonna do
Better stay inside your lane or we gonna shoot
Shorty only like a nigga that can count the blue

Pointed at your face with a .223
I'ma leave you blind with the vvs on my teeth
Talking to the cops cuz you wanna be free
Go ahead and try it and I'll make it hard to breathe

I don't need the money, bitch I only need my team
Nigga no I'm not a bandit, but the choppa in my jeans
I'ma let the bullets fly then I'm running from the scene
I'ma leave a nigga dead when they try n run on me

I'm counting all these bands
Spend that shit on a brand new lamb
Nigga f*ck the words you say
I'ma do this shit, I'ma do it my way

I'm counting all these bands
Spend that shit on a brand new lamb
Nigga f*ck the words you say
I'ma do this shit, I'ma do it my way

I gotta couple bands and I don't know what to spend it on
Brand new Benz, f*ck I even got a few Vuitton
Ice on my neck, I stay drippin' like my faucets on
Countin' up these hundies, bitch your bank account is negative one

I think a storms comin' so you better go inside
Money rains on me like it's f*ckin' fallin' from the sky
Got some gold diggers callin' and I f*ckin' hit decline
What you got bitch, you know what f*ck it never mind

My neck, my wrist, my teeth I got it iced
Who's next, you bitch, you know you gonna die
A disgrace you are to all of mankind
What you got bitch, you know what f*ck it never mind

RxdRoxch, al3xxx, Yvngone
We comin' up bitch and we comin' up strong
We rollin, we smokin' we passin' it along
Rappin' all this shit, f*ck we never gonna stop (Never)

Lame niggas say what bitch, I'm back in
I think they bustin' out the truck with the Mack-Ten
Bitch, I play like the hands that we get to shootin' with some passion
I know you not a real nigga, why you actin?
F*ck these niggas, I ain't never apologetic

If a nigga wanna start some f*ckin' beef, then I'ma stretch it
If you talkin' on my name I guaranteed that, I'ma take it
That's on the hip like I'm Satanic, get the facts while I'm flexin, nigga gang
If them boys outside, we gon' slide out

Won't f*ckin' with me back then, what about now
Bitch, I'm ridin' up ten, cause I'm hot now
Bringin' bats then we breakin' in yo' mom's house
If you leavin' out this room, better sign out

The reason that the niggas mad, cause they dyin' out
Chase him down, he need a breath, need a time out
Pussy nigga paranoid, the boy know him in his mind now
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Aye let's light this one real quick
Haha

I gotta couple bands and I don't know what to spend it on
Brand new Benz, f*ck I even got a few Vuitton
Ice on my neck, I stay drippin' like my faucets on
Countin' up these hundies, bitch your bank account is negative one

I think a storms comin' so you better go inside
Money rains on me like it's f*ckin' fallin' from the sky
Got some gold diggers callin' and I f*ckin' hit decline
What you got bitch, you know what f*ck it never mind

Sick of all these fools
Sick of all these lames
I need me some jewels
I need me some chains

I can be so cruel am I even sane, I feel deranged
F*ckin up everything with my friends mane
Toughen up you can go through this again
Buckle up I need switch my lanes need switch my game

I need to gather my thoughts in my brain
I need to think about what the f*ck I'm sayin I'ma super saiyan mixed wit majin bu
And I'm dodgin you I'na blacked out coupe fog in the view cuz we gassed out too I'ma pass out foo

And you know I'm with the crew
Put a bullet in you hit you f*ckin' deuce
Bitch I neva want a truce
I finesse and I steal and that the f*ckin' truth I'm the best that's for real whiles you's a f*ckin' mooch
Bitch, I'm blessed and I'm real I'm that radical dude
Yuh, I'm the radical dude

I gotta couple bands and I don't know what to spend it on
Brand new Benz f*ck I even got a few Vuitton
Ice on my neck I stay drippin' like my faucets on
Countin' up these hundies, bitch your bank account is negative one

I think a storms comin' so you better go inside
Money rains on me like it's f*ckin' fallin' from the sky
Got some gold diggers callin' and I f*ckin' hit decline
What you got bitch, you know what f*ck it never mind

The shit you got on straight fake, you a poser (Poser)
Burn a couple blunts, you can say I'ma stoner (Stoner)
See us comin' at ya then you'll know you're in danger (Danger)
Gonna kick your ass then we'll laugh like the Joker (Haha)

If I ever hurt your feelings I will not apologize
F*ckin' with my money I'ma leave you paralyzed (Yeah)
You'll be lucky if I even let you go alive (Yeah)
Any last words bitch, f*ck it never mind

F*ck it never mind, ima smoke another pack
Black Cadillac, take a bullet to the neck
F*cking on your bitch, I'm gripping on her chest
She don't f*ck with lames, so she riding with the best

She ride with the best so she not with you
Shorty gripping on my dick, what you gonna do
Better stay inside your lane or we gonna shoot
Shorty only like a nigga that can count the blue

Pointed at your face with a .223
I'ma leave you blind with the vvs on my teeth
Talking to the cops cuz you wanna be free
Go ahead and try it and I'll make it hard to breathe

I don't need the money, bitch I only need my team
Nigga no I'm not a bandit, but the choppa in my jeans
I'ma let the bullets fly then I'm running from the scene
I'ma leave a nigga dead when they try n run on me

I'm counting all these bands
Spend that shit on a brand new lamb
Nigga f*ck the words you say
I'ma do this shit, I'ma do it my way

I'm counting all these bands
Spend that shit on a brand new lamb
Nigga f*ck the words you say
I'ma do this shit, I'ma do it my way

I gotta couple bands and I don't know what to spend it on
Brand new Benz, f*ck I even got a few Vuitton
Ice on my neck, I stay drippin' like my faucets on
Countin' up these hundies, bitch your bank account is negative one

I think a storms comin' so you better go inside
Money rains on me like it's f*ckin' fallin' from the sky
Got some gold diggers callin' and I f*ckin' hit decline
What you got bitch, you know what f*ck it never mind

My neck, my wrist, my teeth I got it iced
Who's next, you bitch, you know you gonna die
A disgrace you are to all of mankind
What you got bitch, you know what f*ck it never mind

RxdRoxch, al3xxx, Yvngone
We comin' up bitch and we comin' up strong
We rollin, we smokin' we passin' it along
Rappin' all this shit, f*ck we never gonna stop (Never)

Lame niggas say what bitch, I'm back in
I think they bustin' out the truck with the Mack-Ten
Bitch, I play like the hands that we get to shootin' with some passion
I know you not a real nigga, why you actin?
F*ck these niggas, I ain't never apologetic

If a nigga wanna start some f*ckin' beef, then I'ma stretch it
If you talkin' on my name I guaranteed that, I'ma take it
That's on the hip like I'm Satanic, get the facts while I'm flexin, nigga gang
If them boys outside, we gon' slide out

Won't f*ckin' with me back then, what about now
Bitch, I'm ridin' up ten, cause I'm hot now
Bringin' bats then we breakin' in yo' mom's house
If you leavin' out this room, better sign out

The reason that the niggas mad, cause they dyin' out
Chase him down, he need a breath, need a time out
Pussy nigga paranoid, the boy know him in his mind now
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Writer: Dallas Nunley, Alex Tapia, Diego Reyes
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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