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popn - nutso thugn lyrics

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[intro]
(nutso, what the f-ck goin’ on?)
blatt
you know what the f-ck brackin’, n-gga
on blood
woah
(dadon, dadon)

[chorus]
i’ma show a p-ssy n-gga how to eat
yeah, i like my money real neat
don’t look at me wrong, my shooter real geeked
put him on a plate, yeah, have a feast
n-gga want a beat, no, it not free
caught him at the red light, he was sleep
made that lil’ bitty bit’ get on her knees
geeked up, geeked up
geeked up, geeked up
b-tch, yeah, i’m geeked up
smoke cookie in the russian wood
yeah, i wish a n-gga would
shoot a n-gga like a field goal good
can’t walk around my neighborhood
pull a n-gga open like a hood

[verse 1]
pop a n-gga like a wheelie
these n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ me
catch a n-gga down bad
i swear, these n-ggas goin’ out sad
chopper wit’ the double mag
b-tch boy, get back
i’m not cuttin’ these n-ggas no slack
boolin’ at the house, smokin’ good gas, relaxed
if that b-tch wanna f-ck, yeah, my partner in the back
i can’t let a little bit’ get attached
stomp a f-ck n-gga play-doh flat
yeah, i’m at your hoe’s house eatin’ all the snacks
big booty b-tches, yeah, you know i hit ’em from the back
these n-ggas ain’t bool, man, i swear they don’t know how to act

[chorus]
i’ma show a p-ssy n-gga how to eat
yeah, i like my money real neat
don’t look at me wrong, my shooter real geeked
put him on a plate, yeah, have a feast
n-gga want a beat, no, it not free
caught him at the red light, he was sleep
made that lil’ bitty bit’ get on her knees
geeked up, geeked up
geeked up, geeked up
b-tch, yeah, i’m geeked up
smoke cookie in the russian wood
yeah, i wish a n-gga would
shoot a n-gga like a field goal good
can’t walk around my neighborhood
pull a n-gga open like a hood

[verse 2]
i can’t do no dirt wit’ these n-ggas, i do it by myself
stack this money up just like a shelf
put him on a plate then i had to step
i swear, i can’t worry ’bout n0body else
i ain’t got no og, i do it by myself
these n-ggas p-ssy, don’t know how to hold they breath
chopper sound like that b-tch doin’ the ric flair
get back, yeah, these n-ggas b-tch-made
i can’t hang around these n-ggas, yeah, they don’t wanna get paid
i ain’t worried about these hoes trying to get my money, i’ma get ’em laid
n-ggas on the other side worryin’ ’bout how i get paid (how you do that?)

[chorus]
i’ma show a p-ssy n-gga how to eat
yeah, i like my money real neat
don’t look at me wrong, my shooter real geeked
put him on a plate, yeah, have a feast
n-gga want a beat, no, it not free
caught him at the red light, he was sleep
made that lil’ bitty bit’ get on her knees
geeked up, geeked up
geeked up, geeked up
b-tch, yeah, i’m geeked up
smoke cookie in the russian wood
yeah, i wish a n-gga would
shoot a n-gga like a field goal good
can’t walk around my neighborhood
pull a n-gga open like a hood

[outro]
hey
we eatin’
eat
geek
feast
free
get on her knees
yeah
yeah
yeah

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