lirik lagu scott evil – young nudy
[intro]
yeah
ayy, mahd, tell them to turn that noise up
ain’t no b*tch n*gga, you n*ggas know
ain’t no b*tch n*gga, you already know
ain’t no b*tch n*gga, you already know
ain’t no b*tch n*gga, you, yeah
ain’t no b*tch n*gga, you already know
ain’t no b*tch n*gga, you already know
ain’t no b*tch n*gga, you already know
ain’t no b*tch n*gga
ain’t no b*tch n*gga, already know
ain’t no b*tch n*gga, know (wow)
ain’t no b*tch n*gga, know (wow)
[chorus]
n*gga try who? you know that he slow (who?)
n*gga want smoke? you know it’s a go (yeah)
pull up on they block and let that sh*t go (frrp)
woah, now they wan’ suck, they want smoke
n*ggas be talkin’, i think it’s a hoe now
n*gga want smoke but these n*ggas won’t show out
and i got that gun, i’ll hit you in your stomach
your guts, you know it gon’ pour out
i like the blood i leave in the street
yeah, i’m a blood, no industry n*gga (yeah, i’m a blood)
i been this sh*t ‘fore an industry
don’t get this sh*t twisted, i’m not none them n*ggas (no)
i carry my pencil, no bussin’ that b*tch
and i don’t need n0body squeeze for me (slime)
the b*tch only type of squeeze i need (yeah)
and if she ain’t fine, she can’t suck me to sleep (uh*uh)
[verse 1]
she gotta suck a n*gga, make my knees weak
she ain’t suckin’ right, don’t bite on my nut (uh*uh)
lock on her head, i make it a grip
now, b*tch, get it down, don’t be stuffed (b*tch, get it down)
make a b*tch turn around, b*tch, it ain’t stiff (yeah)
she bouncin’ that ass, it move with her heels (bouncin’ that ass)
god, lil’ momma fine for real
lil’ shawty, lil’ dime, for real, dime (yeah)
love a n*gga b*tch too (yeah)
i make money or i’m crook (yeah)
‘nother b*tch in the book (yeah)
gettin’ money off the hook (okay, now)
‘nother verse, ‘nother fifteen (ugh)
came a long way gettin’ fifteen, huh
stack up all that money and i put that sh*t on my momma (uh*huh)
i used to rob these n*ggas for lunch (lunch)
i’m not a bully, your ass will get punched (punch)
i got my gun, you ain’t got no gun (no gun)
jumped out the porsche, too early for her son (too p*ssy for her son)
[?] pack to my momma son
she kiss me, i guess she know the real
survivin’ the streets, survival of the fittest (yeah)
get a phone call, think her son been k!lled (yeah)
heartbeat ’cause she think these n*ggas k!ll (what?)
nah, momma, uh*uh, these n*ggas b*tches (uh*huh)
i heard these n*ggas snitchin’, i ain’t trippin’ (uh*huh)
a roof is in the trenches, they can’t get with me (uh*huh)
the gunsmokers know i give it, know you can get it (uh*huh)
know you can get it (uh*huh), anybody get it
i’m the slimiest out the city (uh*huh)
and i’m f*ckin’ all these b*tches (uh*huh)
all these b*tches lookin’ pretty (uh*huh)
[chorus]
n*gga try who? you know that he slow (who?)
n*gga want smoke? you know it’s a go (yeah)
pull up on they block and let that sh*t go (frrp)
woah, now they wan’ suck, they want smoke
n*ggas be talkin’, i think it’s a hoe now
n*gga want smoke but these n*ggas won’t show out
and i got that gun, i’ll hit you in your stomach
your guts, you know it gon’ pour out
i like the blood i leave in the street
yeah, i’m a blood, no industry n*gga (yeah, i’m a blood)
i been this sh*t ‘fore an industry
don’t get this sh*t twisted, i’m not none them n*ggas (no)
i carry my pencil, no bussin’ that b*tch
and i don’t need n0body squeeze for me (slime)
the b*tch only type of squeeze i need (yeah)
and if she ain’t fine, she can’t suck me to sleep (uh*uh)
[verse 2]
and if she ain’t fine, she can’t suck me to sleep
all these b*tches want my d*ck (yeah, yeah)
bad b*tches, you could get it
havin’ money so she feel me (yeah, yeah)
try to talk, can’t hear me
only thing i’m comprehendin’
b*tch, let me get in it (yeah, yeah)
f*ck on your b*tch and i f*ck on your friend (yeah)
f*ck ’em together, i don’t care if they twins (yeah)
and i get down, i share with my twin (yeah)
there’s my brothers, they not my friends (yeah)
you are my friend, i cross you at end (yeah, yeah)
it feel like blood, you ain’t all in (yeah)
some of my n*ggas, i be treatin’ ’em like they my kin (yeah)
now i be callin’ ’em, “twin” (yeah)
okay first day struggle, rock n*gga, no struggle
gettin’ money, tryna double (yeah)
tryna scrub for all the extra
kick back the smoke when they press you (yeah)
let this thing blow on whoever
know this sh*t come with some metal (frrp, frrp)
ain’t a hood n*gga, your body don’t trust ya (huh?)
catch you one n*gga, the hood gon’ respect ya (yeah)
catch you two, won’t get away and it’s gangsta (two)
know what you doin’, you know how to spank ’em
they was just scared, you was armed and dangerous (armed and dangerous)
really f*cked up, man, you rich and dangerous
tellin’ the feds ’cause they can’t contain me
real in this street, yeah, all of my enemies, yeah
they had started the beef, yeah, we used to be (used to be)
used to rose to rooster, now it’s time to eat (yeah, time to*time to eat)
four doors, hit the headlight, now it’s time to creep (frrp, time to creep)
walk down on them n*ggas, somethin’ they don’t see (frrp, nah)
gotta know what you doin’ when you steppin’ in these streets (bah, bah, bah, bah)
okay, step in the wrong puddle, then you (okay)
lotta potholes on my side of town (okay)
better be skrapped when you ridin’ around (oh, yeah)
better be skrapped when you d*ckin’ ’em down (grrah)
[chorus]
n*gga try who? you know that he slow (who?)
n*gga want smoke? you know it’s a go (yeah)
pull up on they block and let that sh*t go (frrp)
woah, now they wan’ suck, they want smoke
n*ggas be talkin’, i think it’s a hoe now
n*gga want smoke but these n*ggas won’t show out
and i got that gun, i’ll hit you in your stomach
your guts, you know it gon’ pour out
i like the blood i leave in the street
yeah, i’m a blood, no industry n*gga (yeah, i’m a blood)
i been this sh*t ‘fore an industry
don’t get this sh*t twisted, i’m not none them n*ggas (no)
i carry my pencil, no bussin’ that b*tch
and i don’t need n0body squeeze for me (slime)
the b*tch only type of squeeze i need (yeah)
and if she ain’t fine, she can’t suck me to sleep (uh*uh)
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