Young Nudy - Unemotional lyrics
Young Nudy [Quantavious Tavario Thomas] Atlanta, Georgia.U.S.
[Young Nudy - Unemotional lyrics]
She gonna fuck some
You fucked her then you cuffed her
Yeah, I don't know what I like
(I don't) yeah
I want you to give me that throat slow
I got love for no ho
One head wonder for a ho
I'll treat a ho just like the show
Yeah hit a bitch, then I'll go
Back to the block I go
Back to the streets some more
You know I gotta love it some more
On the block, got a tote, on the block
Gun smoke y'all niggas want smoke? Got
Pressured by the ho
You can get killed by the ho
Tryna play fuckin' hero
And the commas and the hoes
Why y'all niggas savin' hoes?
She got that throwback, she got that comeback
No wonder that you wife that
I can't wife that but that pussy
I like that
That's a check on my list, no I Nike that
She like the money, check
You ain't got no money, check
Y'all niggas like to flex
I be really fuckin' flexin'
And I ain't talkin' on my neck
Bitch I really have the money
Nigga, where's yours at?
Huh, bank count loaded, zero zero
Hold up nigga, commas nigga
Are you ho comin' nigga? Now I'm broke
Hungry nigga
Pop a perc, put it in your mouth
That shit done nigga run a four on her
Yeah just for the four nigga
She gonna fuck some, you fucked up
If you love her handcuff, uncuff her
Big dog, young nigga raw dog, in the mouth
Yeah I fucked her
Tryna hit from the back, turn around
Bitch slap on my rubber
Now you gon' ride, get it
Now you gon' slide, get it
Bitch drop down, dig it
She say deep in it, young nigga get it
Now I'm all in it
Bitch don't get in your feelings
When I get that whip
I don't want you to be in your feelings
You fucked her then you cuffed her
Yeah, I don't know what I like
(I don't) yeah
I want you to give me that throat slow
I got love for no ho
One head wonder for a ho
I'll treat a ho just like the show
Yeah hit a bitch, then I'll go
Back to the block I go
Back to the streets some more
You know I gotta love it some more
On the block, got a tote, on the block
Gun smoke y'all niggas want smoke? Got
Pressured by the ho
You can get killed by the ho
Tryna play fuckin' hero
And the commas and the hoes
Why y'all niggas savin' hoes?
She got that throwback, she got that comeback
No wonder that you wife that
I can't wife that but that pussy
I like that
That's a check on my list, no I Nike that
She like the money, check
You ain't got no money, check
Y'all niggas like to flex
I be really fuckin' flexin'
And I ain't talkin' on my neck
Bitch I really have the money
Nigga, where's yours at?
Huh, bank count loaded, zero zero
Hold up nigga, commas nigga
Are you ho comin' nigga? Now I'm broke
Hungry nigga
Pop a perc, put it in your mouth
That shit done nigga run a four on her
Yeah just for the four nigga
She gonna fuck some, you fucked up
If you love her handcuff, uncuff her
Big dog, young nigga raw dog, in the mouth
Yeah I fucked her
Tryna hit from the back, turn around
Bitch slap on my rubber
Now you gon' ride, get it
Now you gon' slide, get it
Bitch drop down, dig it
She say deep in it, young nigga get it
Now I'm all in it
Bitch don't get in your feelings
When I get that whip
I don't want you to be in your feelings