Young Nudy - Blue Cheese Salad lyrics

(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
Fuck your ho music, take your ho music 
(COUPE) yeah

She say boss up
So I drop the top on that bitch (Roll up)
She wasn't fuckin' with me when
I ain't have shit, but she want this
(yeah) all this money that I'm gettin'
I ain't givin' shit (yeah)
I be in the trap spot countin' up
Tryna add it (yeah)
Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed
You know that ho is nasty (yeah)
Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch
I'm livin' lavish (yeah)
I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money
Turned that shit to blue cheese (yeah)

Nigga mention my name
Know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah bah)
Bitch say I paid for it
You sound crazy, bitch, please
Gave that ho a double cup and
Told her pop this double G
Throw back me an Adderall and then
I fuck that ho to sleep
Wake that bitch up on a Perky
Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin'
Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin'
Fuck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it
Tighten that pussy
Make it feel like a virgin
Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin'
Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it
Bounce on this dick, baby
Act like you want it
Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only
Sleep by my lonely, baby
They didn't want me say that I fucked
That I fucked all her homies
Let in my bed nothin' but bad bitches only
Fuck 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 shit one hundred, yeah
Y'all niggas not one hundred, yeah

She say boss up
So I drop the top on that bitch (yeah)
She wasn't fuckin' with me when
I ain't have shit, but she want this
(yeah) all this money that I'm gettin'
I ain't givin' shit (Bitch)
I be in the trap spot countin' up
Tryna add it (Add it)
Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed
You know that ho is nasty (yeah)
Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch
I'm livin' lavish (yeah)
I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money
Turned that shit to blue cheese

Nigga wanna kill 'bout a bitch (Yes, sir)
Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah
And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga
Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah)
I got lot of bitches '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 shit 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 nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama)
Robbed my first nigga for a hundred, yeah
(Hundred) i remember when I hit a lick
For a real hundred K
Nigga, that's a real hundred, yeah
(Yes, sir)

She say boss up
So I drop the top on that bitch (yeah)
She wasn't fuckin' with me when
I ain't have shit, but she want this
(yeah) all this money that I'm gettin'
I ain't givin' shit (Bitch)
I be in the trap spot countin' up
Tryna add it (yeah)
Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed
You know that ho is nasty (yeah)
Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch
I'm livin' lavish (yeah)
I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money
Turned that shit to blue cheese
(Blue cheese)

Uh, yeah ha ha haha
The fuck, nigga? Hah, bitch, yeah