Young Nudy, Girl Talk - No Problem lyrics

Young Nudy [Quantavious Tavario Thomas] Atlanta, Georgia.U.S.

[Young Nudy, Girl Talk - No Problem lyrics]

My boy goddamn 'Tonio finna get out
I gotta get my boy shit like that
He like big gunky guns too

You don't want no problems, got that Glock
Got that 45 (yeah)
And I got that Glock 387
Between my ho's thighs (yeah)
Glock 19 on the dashboard (Say what?)
Young nigga, 18, really asked for it
You know we don't play no games when
We pull up with that gunfire
Y'all niggas playin'
You know we don't let that shit slide (Nah)
Y'all know we got a task force (Task)
Country boy, called my phone
He done asked for it
From the hood, paper, drugs, so we extort
Extortin', you ain't playin'
You gon' get extorted (Extorted)
Got your ho up on this line, yeah
She love to snort (yeah, to snort)
On the court with the fork
Poke you with the fork (The fork)
Hell yeah, I got this freaky ho
I spit like I'm Too $hort ($horty)
Hell nah, Slimeball don't smoke no Newports
(Nah) i'll assault you, nigga (yeah)
You don't want no problems, nigga
I will out you, nigga
(yeah) yeah, don't doubt me, nigga
Really 'bout it, nigga
(yeah, yeah) i swear the bitches on a nigga
I swear the hoes on a nigga
All them ho-ass lil' niggas
All them fake-ass niggas
(yeah) , all them snake-ass niggas (yeah)
I'm the king Slimeball
King of snake-ass niggas (yeah)
You been copyin' the rat race, ape-ass nigga
And I gotta keep a K
'cause I don't play that, nigga
(yeah) i'm a real bad nigga
(yeah) I'll toe tag a nigga (yeah)
And your mama raised a bitch
You lil' ho-ass nigga (yeah)
And I know you ain't 'bout that shit
You lil' ho-ass nigga (yeah)
You's a ho and I know
(yeah) they's a ho and you know (yeah)
Everybody some hoes
(yeah) and I know y'all niggas hoes (yeah)
When I catch y'all hoes
I'ma fuck y'all hoes (yeah)
Y'all niggas just be talkin', yeah
That shit that I don't (What?)
What? Smoke, pour (Smoke, pour)
Nigga, call the po-po (Po-po)
Try Slimeball, that's a N-O (N-O)
Put that money on your head
They kill your kinfolk (Kill your kinfolk)
What that lick for? (That lick for?)
What we hittin' for? (What we hittin' for?)
Heard that nigga got a brick
That's a kick door
And he can't get it back, that's a "N-O"
(Slime)
Might as well pull a home invasion, nigga
We go brazy
Might as well go and spend that money
Fuck on your old lady
Might as well go and spend it
Chopper kill a baby (Kill a baby)
Robbed the nigga for a baby (Baby, baby)

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Y'all need to stop mothafuckin' playin'
With me, man, before I go
Big bad on your ass, boy
Yeah, yeah hahaha
This sound like, like, like, like
Like I'm finna creep in a
Nigga's house right now
For real, man, I'll creep
Into the back door
You hear how the beat sound like ooh
And that door just blow, boom
It's over with, everybody get the fuck down
Ha ha hahaha mission complete
Ayy, keep all that shit, man
Let me hear that shit

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