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v don - ignorance lyrics

[verse 1: a$ap nast]
uh, they tell me ignorance is bliss
but who the f-ck this ignant’ n-gg- is?
that’s nasty baby b-tch, i’m on that ignant’ n-gg- shit
and if a n-gg- b-tch with it i’ll be in the crib hittin’
couch-side eatin’ popcorn with my socks on
40-cal, drink in my hand, b-mpin’ a ‘pac song
say that shit that’s bogus and you n-gg-s know it
hey n-gg- quit your hocus pocus you belong in circus
how you clown rappers ‘posed to shine when the lights is broken?
i find your circuit breaker open, i decide to blow it
uh, you rappers ain’t spitters anyway
i’ll splatter your favorite rapper and k!ll him any day
i say that shit with plenty save
i’m a dog my n-gg- and i’ve seen plenty days
i have my days my n-gg-
but i’m still stuck up in my ways my n-gg-, i never change

[hook 1: a$ap nast]
nasty baby crack in the sack ’90s n-gg-
i never change, nasty baby, nasty baby
ignant’ n-gg-, nasty baby, nasty baby
this ignant’ n-gg-, nasty baby, nasty baby
i never change, you rappers ain’t spitters anyways
ignant’ n-gg-, nasty baby, nasty baby
i have my days my n-gg-
but i’m still stuck up in my ways my n-gg-, i never change

[verse 2: a$ton matthews]
they tell me ignorance is bliss, but who the f-ck is ignant’?
that’s looney gangster mac-11, what’s the quickest path to heaven?
xanax or this .357 that’s my only question
i’m on the edge of a refill
thinkin: if these drugs don’t get me then the streets will
no big deal
i ain’t new to the bodies droppin’ for cheap thrills
riddin’ since the big wheels, with the hot fries
them hush puppies, no [?], we cross t’s and dot i’s
you cross lines, your knots bigger than popeyes
make you slap the taste out your momma mouth
think twice ‘fore you look once
i pop-pop pa pop-pop, them brains turn to fruit punch
i’m in that bag again, mini van damme man
con man’s jumpin’ out the body-bag they had me in
how you k!ll a k!ller? i’m a lil k!ller
meets curtis jackson, a lil dealer, n-gg- ain’t nothin’ iller
i spit in your shades, red rag wrapped on my face
tec on the waist, a couple pints stashed in the safe
since free lunch had them brown bags stacked for the case
i said i would change, i guess i’m just stuck in my ways

[hook 2: a$ton matthews]
mini van damme, that’s looney gangster mac-11
mini van, looney gangster mac-11
i’m in that bag again, that’s looney gangster mac-11
drugs don’t get me then the streets will
i’m on the edge of a refill, red rag wrapped on my face
tec on the waist, i’m on the edge of a refill, mini van damme

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