Dave East, Young Chris - Naughty lyrics

Dave East and Young Chris' collaboration on "Naughty" has undoubtedly made waves in the hip-hop community. The track successfully blends nostalgic elements with modern lyricism, capturing the attention of fans craving the authentic East Coast rap sound.

[Dave East, Young Chris - Naughty lyrics]

He back on it
A 100 packs of weed back on him
Black F&N match the Nike ski mask on him
Trapped all night, Givenchy big G back on him
Drop a album, couple videos
Then we back touring
Bust her ass a couple times, shit
Then she back snoring
Bagging up the Fu-Gee-La my
Nigga we had Lauren
If it's no guns allowed I
Promise we not goin'
Album bout to drop again that
Nigga East got motion
Rarely seen the block dry my nigga
We had lotion throw a party for the smokers
Cookout while they load it
Niggas'll kill you for likes
Upload the picture and post it
I'm the one they really can
Feel from Lennox to Nostrand


See the chauffeur got me at brunch
Henny mimosas
No boasting, back in the day penny my loafers
Thе culture how they get paid
Thеy really be vultures
Pay attention who you really get close to
I'm not gon' hold you switchblade, carry it
The light is on the Glock
Felt like Christmas every time my
Package hit the block
Naughty by Nature, I been down with OPP
Told my shorty if she leave
Them niggas won't be me
A wizard in the kitchen
Fiends screaming "go DC"
Count my money over and over, got OCD
Got my own style, sometimes I feel like ODB
All these whips and chains acting
Like we won't be free east

Straight outta Nicetown nigga, no diploma
Fresh out the trap house, kush and coke aroma
Selling butter pecan and I
Got the weed strand
Send another package out every
Time the P's land
Cutthroat, hot head, leave him on the doc bed
And we spinning the block yeah if
We hear he not there
Fucking with a demon and he
Screaming while the cops there
Lock in his sock while he
Swinging from the top tier
We who the cops fear
Who the bitches love and who the opps fear
Head shots, wipe his clock clear
Share bullets like Wi-Fi
Electric slide, die by chair
Choppers travel in pairs
Leave you faggots and the maggots
Yeah I know where that bitch go for her hair
I'm a North Philly nigga down
At 145th with my crip
Still banging on these dip shit's for Nip
2 40s on the hip, lil bitch
Tell shorty watch her lips before she sucking
On the Glock instead of a dick
Fuck a Yorkie, I'm a Pit
Wavy baby, never slipping on the drip
80's baby, Dave you got me on my shit
Homicide every time we slide
Gotta keep on the blick
Gotta keep switching up
Niggas love to copy all my shit
I'm the last of the realest ever
The last of the breed
Seen 'em all come and go
Not many last in the league let it breathe

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