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Young Nudy - No Chaser (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Vocals
Coupe
Coupe
Programming
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coupe
Coupe
Producer
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Yeah (phew, phew) Gettin' that money the same, gettin' more money my thing Gettin' that money the same, gettin' this money my thing (yeah, yeah) Gettin' that (phew), gettin' that money- mhm, mhm (COUPE) Brazy (brazed out), you ain't catch no body back then (yeah) You ain't build to make it (uh-uh) Put you on a mission, we gon' see if you built to take it (show me some) Nigga get to bitchin' when it time it get to blazin' (pussy boy) My trigger finger itchin' and I'm ready to do some' crazy (east side) Snatch that blood, hit my face, that body is contagious (he's a dub) Man, I want some more of them bitches, drop the location (pull up) Itchin' for a body, I'm at home, I'm just pacin' (what up?) Sippin' on this styrofoam, I'm all alone, no chaser Bails, I'm havin' the pounds I'm havin' the pressure of this shit (pressure) I'm the flexer, I'm the one that do 'em wrong and took they lick (I did) That dirty nigga, that big Slimeball Talk that shit and I pop that shit (big Slimeball) And I got that motherfucka fall from my drip Get in the cut and I pull out my hip (yeah) I got my gun right on they lip, now, give me that Give me that, pussy, get down (get down) Still the same nigga with the get-down-get-down gang Ski mask on my face and I'm rockin' that bang You know I like robbin', that shit is my thing You niggas too pussy, you can't do the same (Lame) I know that they scared 'cause Slime ain't contained (huh?) I'm sippin' on Wock' and I got that flame (I got that flame) And I don't got no heart, I just love my gang It ain't 4L, then what do you claim? You comin' around, this shit gon' get dangerous (damn) You must don't know I'm not with the savin' I'm all about lettin' 'em go, blazin' (blazin') Shit, how did we make it? (Make it) Takin' shit, brazy (yeah), blood gang Brazy (brazed out), you ain't catch no body back then (yeah) You ain't build to make it (uh-uh) Put you on a mission, we gon' see if you built to take it (show me some) Nigga get to bitchin' when it time it get to blazin' (pussy boy) My trigger finger itchin' and I'm ready to do some' crazy (east side) Snatch that blood, hit my face, that body is contagious (he's a dub) Man, I want some more of them bitches, drop the location (pull up) Itchin' for a body, I'm at home, I'm just pacin' (what up?) Sippin' on this styrofoam, I'm all alone, no chaser (let's ride) Throwback tunes and hop in the hotbox, pull up, droptop, brr (fuck it) Bitch ass nigga had got me two racks at the door back, got him robbed (say what? He tried me like that?) Anyway, money my main priority but shootin' just part of my job (my job) Nigga, I'm runnin' the hood, I'm standin' on business, ain't never got robbed (I swear) Post on Bouldercrest every day like that motherfucker part of my job (bitch, that part of my job) Pull up on war bay, hundred dollars just to wash my car (just to wash my car) In the hood, East Atlanta, Zone 6, pussy ass nigga, I'm a motherfuckin' star (I'm a star, nigga) Every time I pull up in the hood, 200 on the dash in that lil' boy car (lil' boy car, nigga) You ain't catch no body back then (yeah), you ain't build to make it (uh-uh) Put you on a mission, we gon' see if you built to take it (show me some) Nigga get to bitchin' when it time it get to blazin' (pussy boy) My trigger finger itchin' and I'm ready to do some' crazy (east side) Snatch that blood, hit my face, that body is contagious (he's a dub) Man, I want some more of them bitches, drop the location (pull up) Itchin' for a body, I'm at home, I'm just pacin' (what up?) Sippin' on this styrofoam, I'm all alone, no chaser Let's ride, the fuck you talkin' 'bout? I might hop in that, you know, water, all that, damn, mhm Damn, and that too, and that too That's true, I ain't goin', nah
Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks, Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Edward Cooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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