Young Nudy - MarcB lyrics

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

[Young Nudy - MarcB lyrics]

The fuck you mean you don't know DJ Marc B?
Yeah kid Hazel, you killed this shit
Uh, yeah, uh, uh
Damn, thought they right there with me though
Damn, thought these niggas was my bros
Uh, damn, uh

Ha, oof, ha, oof
Laughin' at these niggas 'cause
They so funny (Uh huh, so funny)
Came a long way from takin' niggas' money
(Takin' niggas' money)
Now I got too much, they tryna take my money
(Tryna take my money, well damn)
How you gon' rob a robber? (Huh?)
Slimeball been a robber (yeah)
38's solvin' problems (yeah)
Hit his ass with revolvers (Uh huh, yeah)
(Uh, huh) Now it's no mo' problems (Nah
Uh uh)

Old homeboy tried to set me up
Shit sound crazy, I ain't give a fuck
Only thing I did was show these niggas love
Guess the love to these niggas wasn't enough
Nigga actin' like a nigga owe him somethin'
Niggas out here actin' like
My ho or somethin'
Damn, my nigga, I don't owe you nothin'
Not nan time I told you shoot your gun
Handle my own beef when I'm in the streets
When it come to beef
These niggas not seein' me
I'm not friendly, nigga
You ain't nothin' like me
Big dog in the hood, these folk here love me
Niggas hatin' 'cause they not above me
That bullshit, that shit don't rub me
Hell nah, nigga, ain't no pressure
Too much strong in me havin' pressure
And I'm havin' extra
I'm a big flexer, you's a big flexer
Difference 'tween me and you
We two different flexers
I be flexin', nigga
'cause I'm havin' this shit

Ha, oof, ha, oof
Laughin' at these niggas 'cause
They so funny (Uh huh, so funny)
Came a long way from takin' niggas' money
(Takin' niggas' money)
Now I got too much, they tryna take my money
(Tryna take my money, well damn)
How you gon' rob a robber? (Huh?)
Slimeball been a robber (yeah)
38's solvin' problems (yeah)
Hit his ass with revolvers (Uh huh, yeah)
(Uh, huh) Now it's no mo' problems (Nah
Uh uh)

You be flexin', nigga
You ain't havin' shit
Tellin' all these lies
All that cappin' shit i be havin' shit
I ain't gotta cap 'bout shit
Niggas know I said it, know I meant that shit
Shoot a nigga, nah, ain't no evidence
Big dog in my hood, and they scared of me
But I keep it cool, try to keep it cool
You out here pump fakin', tryna be a goon
Damn, damn, damn
Flyer than a motherfuckin' plane now
Hell yeah, I don't need no stains now
The way I built this shit
Got my own gang now
Nigga, keep hatin', keep that hate out
I'm a real nigga when I come out
Niggas see Slime, get to hush mouth
I don't say too much, I get 'em touched now

Ha, oof, ha, oof
Laughin' at these niggas 'cause
They so funny (Uh huh, so funny)
Came a long way from takin' niggas' money
(Takin' niggas' money)
Now I got too much, they tryna take my money
(Tryna take my money, well damn)
How you gon' rob a robber? (Huh?)
Slimeball been a robber (yeah)
38's solvin' problems (yeah)
Hit his ass with revolvers (Uh huh, yeah)
(Uh, huh) Now it's no mo' problems (Nah
Uh uh)

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