Young Nudy - Yeah Yeah lyrics

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

[Young Nudy - Yeah Yeah lyrics]

You can't trust nobody
I don't fuck with these niggas fuck 12
Look what kind of picture they
Try to paint on me drank
I know what you tell 'em, slime?

Gangster (yeah)
Blood (yeah) , shooter (yeah)
Killer (yeah) , robber (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) , finesser (yeah)
Jugger (yeah) , I do it (yeah)
Sticks (yeah) , get to it (yeah)
Your bitch wanna fuck huh? yeah
Yeah, yeah oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah bitches, drank
Mollies, Percs lean, pour me up

Look what the Molly make your bitch do
Look what the drank make your bitch do
Look what the weed make your bitch do
Fuck it
Look what the Percs make Young Nudy do
Beat your bitch back down
I'ma give your ho the mack down
WWE Smackdown yeah, I'm talking raw, nigga
Beat your bitch raw, nigga, yeah
All in her jaws, nigga
All in her jaws, nigga
Knockin' down walls, nigga
Beat your bitch face up
Yeah, I run I run the cake up
Riding 'round with the cakers
Yeah, we havin' bakers
Bake me a pussy nigga try to play, nigga
I'ma go and roll you up like a Swisher
And I'ma smoke you, nigga
Yeah, you over with

Gangster (yeah)
Blood (yeah) , shooter (yeah)
Killer (yeah) , robber (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) , finesser (yeah)
Jugger (yeah) , I do it (yeah)
Sticks (yeah) , get to it (yeah)
Your bitch wanna fuck huh? yeah
Yeah, yeah oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah bitches, drank
Mollies, Percs lean, pour me up

Damn, you trust that bitch
Damn, you trust that ho
Yeah, I don't really give a
Fuck 'bout that ho
Give her nothin' but the slow strokes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got your bitch in the room screaming, yeah
Yeah, blam, damn, well
I done rolled up another blunt, Toucan Sam
Froot Loops in a fucking coupe
Riding 'round with the whole zoo
What about you? You through, they through
I'm shooting, you shooting
They 'bout it, we 'bout it
Catch a body, you ain't 'bout it
Been 'bout it, since a youngin'
Everybody know I want the money
If a nigga ain't talking 'bout no money
Shit, I guess I'll go fuck on your honey

Gangster (yeah)
Blood (yeah) , shooter (yeah)
Killer (yeah) , robber (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) , finesser (yeah)
Jugger (yeah) , I do it (yeah)
Sticks (yeah) , get to it (yeah)
Your bitch wanna fuck huh? yeah
Yeah, yeah oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah bitches, drank
Mollies, Percs lean, pour me up

Huh, yeah i bet one of y'all bitch
Will call me right now uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Ain't tryin' these bitches
See what the drug make yo' bitch do

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