Never On Mine by Liu Khang Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They don't like me, they keep talkin' this and that
But they scared to speak upon it, that's that
I leave them dead in they steps, in they tracks
Makin' tracks while their bundles come in packs
Girl, you need to stop it, my steez come with ease
You can never top it, no need for double Ds
Or ask for me to pop shit, my bitch, I hold my .45
That's my Glock, sis
Nah, I got this (nah, I got this)
[Chorus]
I get the bag then I go and make a flick
Hop in the Jag then I take it for a trip
I got 'em mad, got 'em throwin' lil' fits
I'm on everybody mind, they ain't never on mine
I get the bag thеn I go and make a flick
Hop in the Jag then I takе it for a trip
I got 'em mad, got 'em throwin' lil' fits
I'm on everybody mind, they ain't never on mine
[Verse 2]
Yeah, look at me
I'm from overseas, I got what he needs
Don't be mad at me, he gon' end up where he wanna be
Bust a head, then I get the bread, feed you seeds
I ain't trippin' off of [?]
Bitches tellin' me all my people [?], it never worries me
And it don't matter I'm cookin', it's a fuckin' feast
I open doors for these worldwide tours
I gave a little taste and now they askin' for more, for sure, for sure
[Interlude]
Yeah
All of these females out here yip-yappin'
Wavin' around their little tiny guns
Y'all don't know even know how to zero in ya own beams
[Chorus]
Get the bag then I go and make a flick
Hop in the Jag then I take it for a trip (oh, [?]-ass bitches)
I got 'em mad, got 'em throwin' lil' fits (Doin' all that for what?)
I'm on everybody mind, they ain't never on mine
I get the bag then I go and make a flick
Hop in the Jag then I take it for a trip
I got 'em mad, got 'em throwin' lil' fits
I'm on everybody mind, they ain't never on mine
They don't like me, they keep talkin' this and that
But they scared to speak upon it, that's that
I leave them dead in they steps, in they tracks
Makin' tracks while their bundles come in packs
Girl, you need to stop it, my steez come with ease
You can never top it, no need for double Ds
Or ask for me to pop shit, my bitch, I hold my .45
That's my Glock, sis
Nah, I got this (nah, I got this)
[Chorus]
I get the bag then I go and make a flick
Hop in the Jag then I take it for a trip
I got 'em mad, got 'em throwin' lil' fits
I'm on everybody mind, they ain't never on mine
I get the bag thеn I go and make a flick
Hop in the Jag then I takе it for a trip
I got 'em mad, got 'em throwin' lil' fits
I'm on everybody mind, they ain't never on mine
[Verse 2]
Yeah, look at me
I'm from overseas, I got what he needs
Don't be mad at me, he gon' end up where he wanna be
Bust a head, then I get the bread, feed you seeds
I ain't trippin' off of [?]
Bitches tellin' me all my people [?], it never worries me
And it don't matter I'm cookin', it's a fuckin' feast
I open doors for these worldwide tours
I gave a little taste and now they askin' for more, for sure, for sure
[Interlude]
Yeah
All of these females out here yip-yappin'
Wavin' around their little tiny guns
Y'all don't know even know how to zero in ya own beams
[Chorus]
Get the bag then I go and make a flick
Hop in the Jag then I take it for a trip (oh, [?]-ass bitches)
I got 'em mad, got 'em throwin' lil' fits (Doin' all that for what?)
I'm on everybody mind, they ain't never on mine
I get the bag then I go and make a flick
Hop in the Jag then I take it for a trip
I got 'em mad, got 'em throwin' lil' fits
I'm on everybody mind, they ain't never on mine