lirik lagu young nudy – nutsack
[intro]
let’s play
let’s play
okay
yeah, huh
[verse 1]
yeah, playin’ with my n-ts-ck
scratchin’ on this crack where i had to hide my glock at
cops tryna catch me, i might pop that
f-ck ’em, tryna catch ’em down bad, where them opps at?
n-gg- tryna catch me slippin’, n-gg- i’m gon’ empty
got that glock on me, you know that b-tch there hold ’bout fifty
pull up on these n-gg-s, yeah that bullsh-t, know i’m with it
and i love these freaky hoes, slimeball he love these b-tches
where them nat nat nat nats, give me neck neck
i just wanna hit you front he back and slap that
i just want some head lil mama, might give you some bread
later on i’m gone, b-tch don’t call my phone, uh huh
mister slimeball the boss like corleone, uh huh
i get a n-gg- shot, get a n-gg- gone, uh huh
all about that money, all of my n-gg-s ’bout they skrilla
catch a n-gg- down bad, ooh young n-gg- gon’ and k!ll ’em
we don’t play with n-body, everybody ’bout catching a body
bodies on bodies, n-gg- we’ll k!ll everybody
all these n-gg-s talkin’ ’bout it, they ain’t ’bout it
feel like master p, but i really want big bank n-gg-
pull up on these lame -ss n-gg-s in that tank n-gg-
got your b-tch on my d-ck, yeah she faint n-gg-
when she see the slimeball, b-tch it’s boss
you know these hoes love to lick my b-lls
[interlude]
hahaha, hahaha, yeah
scratchin’ on my n-ts-ck
yeah b-tch
(tell ’em slime) okay
okay
[verse 2]
soon i came in i had my motherf-ckin’ mask on
n-gg- tried to move, f-ck that sh-t, he got blast on
told that p-ssy n-gg- he better not f-ckin’ move
first n-gg- move i’ma give his -ss the blues
twelve lookin’ for me, slimeball didn’t leave no clues
yellow tape, closed case, make his mama faint
murder rate raised up, b-tch i’m from ea
you know how i play, rob a ak47 ea
shoot a motherf-cker in his face, ooh that’s a cold case
i don’t really play with these n-gg-s, i just spray at these n-gg-s
i be ridin’ through these streets with a k with me n-gg-
ain’t n-body f-ckin’ safe n-gg-
run up in your house, empty the safe n-gg-
[interlude]
(what else slime?)
hahaha, i don’t know
[verse 3]
back in the kitchen, yeah we countin’ up this skrilla
rippin’ up this cocaine, me and all my n-gg-s
all these motherf-ckin’ convicted felons, we flexin’ on these n-gg-s
why they flexin’, why they motherf-ckin’ stressin’
all this godd-mn money, i swear to god god gave me a blessing
i be flexing on these n-gg-s, no fraud
i be f-cking all these b-tches, more broads
you ain’t gettin’ no money n-gg-, you a fraud, huh
[outro]
what else, what else ho, what else
i don’t what else
f-ck it, f-ck it let’s do it
(bermuda sh-t, get you k!lled out in the street)
ok, yeah, i like that
bermuda sh-t n-gg-, get you k!lled out here in these streets, b-tch
that’s on gang b-tch
yeah n-gg-, yeah, huh
itchy n-ts-ck
what the f-ck happened to the rest of it? that was it?
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