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young nudy - scott evil lyrics
[intro]
yeah
ayy, mahd, tell them to turn that noise up
ain’t no b_tch n_gga, you n_ggas know
ain’t no b_tch n_gga, you already know
ain’t no b_tch n_gga, you already know
ain’t no b_tch n_gga, you, yeah
ain’t no b_tch n_gga, you already know
ain’t no b_tch n_gga, you already know
ain’t no b_tch n_gga, you already know
ain’t no b_tch n_gga
ain’t no b_tch n_gga, already know
ain’t no b_tch n_gga, know (wow)
ain’t no b_tch n_gga, know (wow)
[chorus]
n_gga try who? you know that he slow (who?)
n_gga want smoke? you know it’s a go (yeah)
pull up on they block and let that sh_t go (frrp)
woah, now they wan’ suck, they want smoke
n_ggas be talkin’, i think it’s a hoe now
n_gga want smoke but these n_ggas won’t show out
and i got that gun, i’ll hit you in your stomach
your guts, you know it gon’ pour out
i like the blood i leave in the street
yeah, i’m a blood, no industry n_gga (yeah, i’m a blood)
i been this sh_t ‘fore an industry
don’t get this sh_t twisted, i’m not none them n_ggas (no)
i carry my pencil, no bussin’ that b_tch
and i don’t need n0body squeeze for me (slime)
the b_tch only type of squeeze i need (yeah)
and if she ain’t fine, she can’t suck me to sleep (uh_uh)
[verse 1]
she gotta suck a n_gga, make my knees weak
she ain’t suckin’ right, don’t bite on my nut (uh_uh)
lock on her head, i make it a grip
now, b_tch, get it down, don’t be stuffed (b_tch, get it down)
make a b_tch turn around, b_tch, it ain’t stiff (yeah)
she bouncin’ that ass, it move with her heels (bouncin’ that ass)
god, lil’ momma fine for real
lil’ shawty, lil’ dime, for real, dime (yeah)
love a n_gga b_tch too (yeah)
i make money or i’m crook (yeah)
‘nother b_tch in the book (yeah)
gettin’ money off the hook (okay, now)
‘nother verse, ‘nother fifteen (ugh)
came a long way gettin’ fifteen, huh
stack up all that money and i put that sh_t on my momma (uh_huh)
i used to rob these n_ggas for lunch (lunch)
i’m not a bully, your ass will get punched (punch)
i got my gun, you ain’t got no gun (no gun)
jumped out the porsche, too early for her son (too p_ssy for her son)
[?] pack to my momma son
she kiss me, i guess she know the real
survivin’ the streets, survival of the fittest (yeah)
get a phone call, think her son been k!lled (yeah)
heartbeat ’cause she think these n_ggas k!ll (what?)
nah, momma, uh_uh, these n_ggas b_tches (uh_huh)
i heard these n_ggas snitchin’, i ain’t trippin’ (uh_huh)
a roof is in the trenches, they can’t get with me (uh_huh)
the gunsmokers know i give it, know you can get it (uh_huh)
know you can get it (uh_huh), anybody get it
i’m the slimiest out the city (uh_huh)
and i’m f_ckin’ all these b_tches (uh_huh)
all these b_tches lookin’ pretty (uh_huh)
[chorus]
n_gga try who? you know that he slow (who?)
n_gga want smoke? you know it’s a go (yeah)
pull up on they block and let that sh_t go (frrp)
woah, now they wan’ suck, they want smoke
n_ggas be talkin’, i think it’s a hoe now
n_gga want smoke but these n_ggas won’t show out
and i got that gun, i’ll hit you in your stomach
your guts, you know it gon’ pour out
i like the blood i leave in the street
yeah, i’m a blood, no industry n_gga (yeah, i’m a blood)
i been this sh_t ‘fore an industry
don’t get this sh_t twisted, i’m not none them n_ggas (no)
i carry my pencil, no bussin’ that b_tch
and i don’t need n0body squeeze for me (slime)
the b_tch only type of squeeze i need (yeah)
and if she ain’t fine, she can’t suck me to sleep (uh_uh)
[verse 2]
and if she ain’t fine, she can’t suck me to sleep
all these b_tches want my d_ck (yeah, yeah)
bad b_tches, you could get it
havin’ money so she feel me (yeah, yeah)
try to talk, can’t hear me
only thing i’m comprehendin’
b_tch, let me get in it (yeah, yeah)
f_ck on your b_tch and i f_ck on your friend (yeah)
f_ck ’em together, i don’t care if they twins (yeah)
and i get down, i share with my twin (yeah)
there’s my brothers, they not my friends (yeah)
you are my friend, i cross you at end (yeah, yeah)
it feel like blood, you ain’t all in (yeah)
some of my n_ggas, i be treatin’ ’em like they my kin (yeah)
now i be callin’ ’em, “twin” (yeah)
okay first day struggle, rock n_gga, no struggle
gettin’ money, tryna double (yeah)
tryna scrub for all the extra
kick back the smoke when they press you (yeah)
let this thing blow on whoever
know this sh_t come with some metal (frrp, frrp)
ain’t a hood n_gga, your body don’t trust ya (huh?)
catch you one n_gga, the hood gon’ respect ya (yeah)
catch you two, won’t get away and it’s gangsta (two)
know what you doin’, you know how to spank ’em
they was just scared, you was armed and dangerous (armed and dangerous)
really f_cked up, man, you rich and dangerous
tellin’ the feds ’cause they can’t contain me
real in this street, yeah, all of my enemies, yeah
they had started the beef, yeah, we used to be (used to be)
used to rose to rooster, now it’s time to eat (yeah, time to_time to eat)
four doors, hit the headlight, now it’s time to creep (frrp, time to creep)
walk down on them n_ggas, somethin’ they don’t see (frrp, nah)
gotta know what you doin’ when you steppin’ in these streets (bah, bah, bah, bah)
okay, step in the wrong puddle, then you (okay)
lotta potholes on my side of town (okay)
better be skrapped when you ridin’ around (oh, yeah)
better be skrapped when you d_ckin’ ’em down (grrah)
[chorus]
n_gga try who? you know that he slow (who?)
n_gga want smoke? you know it’s a go (yeah)
pull up on they block and let that sh_t go (frrp)
woah, now they wan’ suck, they want smoke
n_ggas be talkin’, i think it’s a hoe now
n_gga want smoke but these n_ggas won’t show out
and i got that gun, i’ll hit you in your stomach
your guts, you know it gon’ pour out
i like the blood i leave in the street
yeah, i’m a blood, no industry n_gga (yeah, i’m a blood)
i been this sh_t ‘fore an industry
don’t get this sh_t twisted, i’m not none them n_ggas (no)
i carry my pencil, no bussin’ that b_tch
and i don’t need n0body squeeze for me (slime)
the b_tch only type of squeeze i need (yeah)
and if she ain’t fine, she can’t suck me to sleep (uh_uh)
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