Nunnadet Shit - Remix

Ayy
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Ayy

I don't give a fuck 'bout nunnadet shit ('Bout nunnadet shit)
I don't give a fuck 'bout nunnadet shit ('Bout nunnadet shit)
'Bout nunnadet shit (Nunnadet shit)
'Bout nunnadet shit (Nunnadet shit)
I don't give a fuck 'bout nunnadet shit (Woah, nunnadet shit)
'Bout nunnadet shit (Nunnadet shit)
I don't give a fuck 'bout nunnadet shit (Uh-uh) 'Bout nunnadet shit, ayy

Nigga, want war? Just say that, uh (Woah, say that shit)
Where I'm from, we don't play that, uh (What?)
Nigga I'm with gon' spray that, uh (Brr)
Faceshot, he'll send that, uh (Yeah)
Nigga, want war? Just say that, uh (Say that shit)
Where I'm from, we don't play that, uh (Yeah)
Niggas I'm with gon' spray that, uh (Boom, boom)
Faceshot, he'll send that, uh (Ayy)

Spend that shit then get it back (Get back)
Broke bitch never seen a hundred racks (Huh)
If you want smoke then pull up with a pack (Ayy)
Drop a red dot, so I know where you at (Grr)
Writing this verse in a Maybach
I'm from Kentucky, he wild for this cat (Ooh)
I'm a bad bitch with my own dough
Diamond dancin' like snow cone (Ice)
Skin looking like rose gold
New nigga callin' my old phone
'Cause I hate a nigga who be lyin' on his dick (Bitch)
Silly bitch pop shit from the comments
Ion give a fuck about nunnadet shit
Well, when they hop online they got so much to say
Hoes never told that shit to my face

Ion give a fuck about nunnadet
They know when Dream on a track, that I'm runnin' that
I book a studio session, go dumb in that
Rawest bitch rappin', he wanna cum in that
I don't have nunnadet, nunnadet (Nope)
Lot of niggas is clouting, make fun of that (Uh-huh)
All my jewelry is froze where the summer at
I been raisin' bitches, had enough of that (Aw)
Damn, where your mother at?
I got YSL drippin', where Gunna at?
I got cash money spending, where Stunna at?
No, I don't play with my paper, no fun it that (Mmm-mm)
Rather play with my pussy and cum to that
Walking on verses, and makin' them sick (Nah)
They talking shit, and then they ask for a pic (Woo)
You worried about a mugshot and a kick (Uh)
I don't give a fuck about nunnadet shit

Nunnadet smoke
All of this gas 'til a bitch get choked
Pop your top, ain't spilling no coke
My niggas don't clown, come tell us a joke
Job get done, in and out like a show
Ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' a bitch, gettin' poked
Ain't talkin' 'bout pussy, and she gettin' soaked
I bury her deep, hair cut like a fro (Huh)
Not like that, why you cappin' and shit?
IV back in this bitch
Slapped that ho, go back in the clip
No one night stand, I bang it and dip
Pullin' up slow, handle it quick
All of this dough, all of this drip
Oh, he a gangster? Baggin' a brick
He packin' a pole, I fancy a strip

I be talkin' my shit, got a potty mouth
Make him sing to the box, oh, you Roddy now? (Oh)
Can't see me on the track or in life
Only thing that's big about a bitch is a body count (What's big, sweetie?)
I ain't with nunnadet shit
If it ain't that M's, we ain't takin' no late offers
Let a ho try my nigga like she Porsha
I bet I beat the breaks off her (Try me, ho)
Keep a nigga with a Glock
Did time in the pen, getting bread on the block
In them butter wheat timbs
Push to start my car like I'm pushin' my pen (Skrr)
She couldn't do it like me if that bitch my twin
Name hold weight, bring that scale out (On gang)
Trap boy, tell him, "Send that mail out"
Pulled up hoes, start runnin' like "Get Out"
Bitch really my son, I should bring my wood out

All of that talkin' and whoopin' you doin'
Now you out of breath, gasp for help
My shooter, he kin to me, soldier step
Rich than a bitch, ain't belongin' in jail (Uh-huh)
Be quiet, the murderers talkin' (Shh)
Sneak dissin' us, never heard about it
Wrong move, bitch, for certain he got him (Boom)
Cook a opp bitch like Baskin and Robbins
Ayy, you can't get shit for the freebie (Uh-huh)
Might be fuckin' that nigga, but you ain't me (Bitch)
I'ma puff, puff, pass that nigga, you should thank me
Everybody love me, bitch, like Raymond (Uh, what?)
I'm a wild lil' bitch, my nigga can't tame me (What?)
Rich-ass nigga, I still won't date him (Uh-uh)
He ate me once, I still won't date him (Date him)
These weak-ass bitches mad, hatin' (Mad)
To be honest, I ain't even give a fuck 'bout the rap shit (Uh-uh)
Von told me, "Go crazy with the rap shit"
Killin' these hoes, let me burst out the MAC stick (Boom)
First day, 100k, hit a back flip (Brr)
Nigga, hide them poles, laws at the door (On gang)
Locked up, he sellout, bailout
VV iced out my grill out
Bitch, fuck you, 'cause we been done fell out

I don't give a fuck 'bout nunnadet shit ('Bout nunnadet shit)
'Bout nunnadet shit (Nunnadet shit)
I don't give a fuck 'bout nunnadet shit (Ayy, uh, nunnadet shit)
'Bout nunnadet shit (Nunnadet shit)
I don't give a fuck 'bout nunnadet shit (Woah, nunnadet shit)
'Bout nunnadet shit (Nunnadet shit)
I don't give a fuck 'bout nunnadet shit (Uh-uh, nunnadet shit)
'Bout nunnadet shit (Ayy)

Nigga, want war? Just say that, uh (Woah, say that shit)
Where I'm from, we don't play that, uh (What?)
Niggas I'm with gon' spray that, uh (Boom, boom)
Faceshot, he'll send that, uh (Yeah, ayy)
Nigga, want war? Just say that, uh (Say that shit)
Where I'm from, we don't play that, uh (Play that bitch)
Niggas I'm with gon' spray that, uh (Boom, boom)
Faceshot, he'll send that, uh (Ayy)

Nigga, want war? Just say that, uh
Nigga, want war? Just say that, uh
Nigga, want war? Just say that, uh
Nigga, want war? Just say that, uh



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Writer(s): Torae Liston Carr, Tabatha Robinson, Seandrea Sledge, Rubi Rose Benton, Misharron Allen, Vanessa Mahi
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