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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Quantavious T. Thomas
Lyrics
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coupe
Coupe
Producer
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
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Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I never would I never could I never would, nigga East Atlanta, stand the fuck up, nigga (COUPE) Never goin' back broke, no, never I ain't never goin' broke for no ho, never Forever, I'ma be rich, nigga, forever, forever You play with me, you dyin', nigga, whatever (yeah), whenever You know it's up with my gang whenever (forever) You know we got the guns on deck, nigga, for whoever (forever) You think you gangster 'round here, I'ma show you who special (nigga) Extra, I got money, nigga, money ain't pressure (no pressure), yeah I get to spendin', nigga, know I flex up, yeah I show the hood that I ran my check up (gang), flex I pull up in the hood, nigga, who next up? Yeah (big whips) I get a nigga hit up from the neck up, yeah (pussy), okay I see they don't like me, pussy nigga dare to try me (try me) I'm gon' up and I'm gon' bust this Shit, it ain't no fightin' (no fightin') And your ho, she wanna kiss me, I will never wifey (never) Fuck her mouth, I likey, and you know this money, I likey (forever) I be steppin' on these niggas with this check, these Nikes (Nikes) And these niggas say they hard (wow) Tell these niggas to try me (try me) I'ma put a nigga on TV or he on IV (IV) It don't matter, nigga, East Atlanta Choppin' down a red bandana, uh-huh (yeah) Everybody tote guns 'round here We play with the hammer, uh-huh (yeah) And we in the kitchen whippin' that Arm & Hammer, go dumb (whip it) If you want that money Then you get some extra, more crumbs (in the kitchen) We just ran it up, now we got bread now (bread now), yeah Nigga mention my name He felt that lead now (felt that lead now), yeah Hit him in the head, not no leg, dawg (not no leg, dawg), yeah Only thing I felt was his family, dawg (family, dawg, yeah), yeah They was cryin' and shit I didn't give a fuck 'bout that shit, that's real (fuck 'em) I be in the hood getting money, I want a hunnid bills (hunnids, M's) In the trap, I just made a milli Do you know how it feel? (How it feel?) Ha, broke-ass nigga (pussy nigga) Never goin' back broke, no, never I ain't never goin' broke for no ho, never Forever, I'ma be rich, nigga, forever, forever You play with me, you dyin', nigga, whatever (yeah), whenever You know it's up with my gang whenever (forever) You know we got the guns on deck, nigga, for whoever (forever) You think you gangster 'round here, I'ma show you who special (nigga) Extra, I got money, nigga, money ain't pressure Nigga sending shots at me, damn You on the internet (you on the internet) Nigga want some smoke with me, nigga You know where I'm at (you know where I'm at) I'm in the hood every day, I don't know where you at (where you at?) I done rolled through your hood too Ain't never seened you, jit (ain't ever seened you, jit) Y'all niggas be talkin' like bitches, I know where you at (pussy) You be stayin' at your mama's house, damn You broke like that? (Damn, you broke like that?) I can never stay at my mama house I ain't never like that (I ain't never like that) Came a long way from Mama's house, I ranned up a sack And don't get it twisted or confused, I'm gon' get these blues If I didn't have this rap money, that right there is true Everybody know 'bout Slime What he do? Pack them tools (pack them tools) Ski mask, whole gang, kick your door, act a fool (act a fool) And you know he loaded with this Money, I don't know what you do (niggas) Niggas know I came from nothin', nigga I can't speak for you (I can't speak for you) You's a broke ass and a bum, nigga, damn, fool (damn, fool) Jackass nigga wanna be like me, that shit ain't cool (that ain't cool) Issa only one of me, you bitches is a wannabe (you wannabe) And you know I am the one and only, straight from PDE (gang, gang) Slime Ball, nigga, I'm the king, you better ask 'bout me (gang, gang) Top of the 'partment, hold it down for this C-T-B Never goin' back broke, no, never I ain't never goin' broke for no ho, never Forever, I'ma be rich, nigga, forever, forever You play with me, you dyin', nigga, whatever (yeah), whenever You know it's up with my gang whenever (forever) You know we got the guns on deck, nigga, for whoever (forever) You think you gangster 'round here, I'ma show you who special (nigga) Extra, I got money, nigga, money ain't pressure (no pressure) Yeah, nigga, hahaha Huh, I'm tired for real, bitch Tell all my opps they can die slow (You can die slow, you broke bitch, hahahaha) While your ho suck me slow, man Before I count this money fast (Yisky) Bitch
Writer(s): Edward Maclin Cooper Iii, Quantavious T. Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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