- Young Nudy Blue Cheese Salad 歌词
- Young Nudy
- (Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up)
Haha
I told you, I only make stoner music
Gangster music, killer music
F*ck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE)
Yeah
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that b*tch (Roll up)
She wasn't f*ckin' with me when I ain't have sh*t, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' sh*t (Yeah)
I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah)
F*ck a ho, won't blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
B*tch, I live a savage life, and b*tch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)
I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that sh*t to blue cheese (Yeah)
N*gga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah)
B*tch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, b*tch, please
Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G
Throw back me an Adderall and then I f*ck that ho to sleep
Wake that b*tch up on a Perky
Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin'
Pop that p*ssy, baby girl, keep twerkin'
F*ck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it
Tighten that p*ssy, make it feel like a virgin
Grind on this d*ck, baby girl, keep workin'
Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it
Bounce on this d*ck, baby, act like you want it
F*ck a lotta hoes, you not the only
Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me
Say that I f*cked, that I f*cked all her homies
Let in my bed nothin' but bad b*tches only
F*ck on a thot, suck me up, I don't want her
Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her
I'ma keep this sh*t one hundred, yeah, y'all n*ggas not one hundred, yeah
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that b*tch (Yeah)
She wasn't f*ckin' with me when I ain't have sh*t, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' sh*t (B*tch)
I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it)
F*ck a ho, won't blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
B*tch, I live a savage life, and b*tch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)
I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that sh*t to blue cheese
N*gga wanna kill 'bout a b*tch (Yes, sir)
Nah, n*gga, I don't want her, yeah
And I'm real 'bout this sh*t, n*gga
Nah, n*gga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah)
I got lot of b*tches 'round my way (Lot of 'em)
All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters)
And I'm big time stunner, yeah (Stunner)
When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah)
Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah)
Runnin' the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?)
They was tellin' her that I was bustin' guns
I was tellin' mama, "Uh-uh, uh-uh" (No, uh-uh)
Keep this sh*t one hundred, yeah
I was raised by mama, yeah
Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah
Thirteen, carryin' that thunder, yeah
Mama had kicked me out the house 'cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh)
Now I'm in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer)
Kick a n*gga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama)
Robbed my first n*gga for a hundred, yeah (Hundred)
I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K
N*gga, that's a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir)
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that b*tch (Yeah)
She wasn't f*ckin' with me when I ain't have sh*t, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' sh*t (B*tch)
I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah)
F*ck a ho, won't blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
B*tch, I live a savage life, and b*tch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)
I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that sh*t to blue cheese (Blue cheese)
Uh, yeah
Hahahaha
The f*ck, n*gga?
Hah, b*tch, yeah
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