
yadadamean - 500june lyrics
[intro: lil bluknocsh*t]
ay n*gga, nuttyside business n*gga, coming to you now live and direct n*gga, lil bluknocsh*t n*gga, haha don’t tell me, tell yo b*tch
n*gga, yadada, ya feel me n*gga? haaaa n*gga, gang sh*t n*gga
[chorus: lil bluknocsh*t]
yadadamean, yada, talm’ bout, catch a sucka leakin, on gang, we gon’ stomp em out, yadadamean, yada, talm’ bout, catch a sucka leakin, on gang, we gon’ shoot it out
yadadamean, yada, talm’ bout, catch a sucka leakin, on gang, we gon’ stomp em out, yadadamean, yada, talm’ bout, catch a sucka leakin, on gang, we gon’ shoot it out
[verse 1: 500june]
young n*gga, sac*town hitta, yeah we from the jungle how we movin’ like gorillas
usos on a mission, [?]
get it while you young, keep n*ggas out yo business
n*ggas always talking like them mothaf*ckas’ gettin it
i be looking at you like, “n*gga who you kidding?”
talking out your lip, acting like you with the sh*t
when sh*t get real, n*gga turn into a b*tch
n*ggas talking about me, i ain’t hear what you say
either stick to yo memo or get the f*ck out the way
youngins tryna eat like we in a buffet
if i eat, my brothers thats just part of the game
f*ck n*ggas, i dont f*ck with you f*ck n*ggas
dumb n*ggas, getting yo money milked by a gold digger
slow n*ggas, i only f*cks with my real n*ggas
day ones and my hittas, my mothaf*ckin’ hittas
the same finger that i buss with
be the same finger that’ll get yo b*tch wet
five fingers, guarantee you gon’ get slapped
ten fingers, two bottles to the neck, look
desert eagle and kadas with red beams
4*5s and 16s, fasholly we gon’ squeeze
make a n*gga lean, never snitch on my team
whole squad we move mean
nuttyside on me lil n*gga
[chorus: lil bluknocsh*t]
yadadamean, yada, talm’ bout, catch a sucka leakin, on gang, we gon’ stomp em out, yadadamean, yada, talm’ bout, catch a sucka leakin, on gang, we gon’ shoot it out
yadadamean, yada, talm’ bout, catch a sucka leakin, on gang, we gon’ stomp em out, yadadamean, yada, talm’ bout, catch a sucka leakin, on gang, we gon’ shoot it out
[verse 2: boox2]
and look, i be on some f*ck a b*tch sh*t
on the gang, you can’t hang if you don’t keep a stitch lip
all my n*ggas with the business when it come to this gang sh*t
suckas in the field, picked em’ off with a k clip
trust no b*tch so i’m cutting these hoes off
act’ with the sprite, swear a n*gga might doze off
she got her clothes off in the back of the benz
i kicked the b*tch out, she ain’t having them [?]
twin glocks with the stick when we slide in the whip
murder mission, swear to god n*ggas better not slip
suckas’ on the wrong side, they the n*ggas we strip
take his ass out n*gga hit him all for the l!ck, n*gga
[verse 3: 500june]
uce tapped in so its on now
get it clapping in this b*tch like a 4*5
n*ggas f*cking with the fam’ then its on sight
had to let em’ know how them young n*ggas slide
head nod, f*ck around and make his head pop
sk, make a n*gga dreads unlock
young uce, moving like he lil chuck, said
young uce, moving like he lil chuck said
head nod, f*ck around and make his head pop
sk, make a n*gga dreads unlock
young uce, moving like he lil chuck, said
young uce, moving like he lil chuck
[chorus: lil bluknocsh*t]
yadamean, yada, talm’ bout, catch a sucka leakin, on gang, we gon’ stomp em out, yadadamean, yada, talm’ bout, catch a sucka leakin, on gang, we gon’ shoot it out
yadadamean, yada, talm’ bout, catch a sucka leakin, on gang, we gon’ stomp em out, yadadamean, yada, talm’ bout, catch a sucka leakin, on gang, we gon’ shoot it out
[outro]
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