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battlefield - young nudy lyrics

[intro: young nudy]
(20rocket on this b*tch, so it’s gon’ knock)
sh*t, ooh
godd*mn dre, that motherf*cker just hit
good god almighty, uh
ooh (d*mn slime), you got a blunt then go roll that motherf*cker up with me mane (d*mn slime)
let’s rock out

[chorus: young nudy]
cutthroat paradise east where it’s real (ooh)
n*gga can’t be sweet, n*ggas get k!lled (uh*uh)
bouldercrest road, turned that b*tch to a battlefield (yeah)
n*ggas get hunted like deer ’round here (baow)
hang a n*gga up like a mountain (mountain)
disappear a n*gga like a phantom (phantom)
this a kel*tec, this is not no banana (nah)
this a new b*tch, this a new nasty dancer (yeah)
it get to hummin’, that b*tch want some answers (mhm)
it gеt to bouncin’ and movin’, control (yeah)
bullets just twirl, they twirl (yooh)
n*gga got put on thе curb (ooh)
d*mn, they ass got served cold
d*mn, his ass got curtains closed
d*mn, they walked down two of those
d*mn, we popped like five of those
we don’t take no l’s, they know (uh*uh)
[verse 1: young nudy]
we gassed up, we cashed up, we turnt up, you f*cked up (ooh)
you n*ggas stuck on pp loans, i been spent your loan (your loan, godd*mn)
lil’ homie done been steppin’ on sh*t, got plenty sh*t rap ’bout (rap ’bout)
and you know i’m always steppin’ sh*t, got too much in my styrofoam (yeah)
phone always ringing home (yeah)
blaze all day, night and long (yeah)
pull up, you can’t call shots (yeah)
know the trap don’t stop (yeah)
know my door stay sw*ngin’ (yeah)
know you come in my trap (uh)
know this b*tch really stankin’ (yeah)
know this b*tch really loaded
nothin’ but young n*ggas guns
yeah big dawg in the kitchen (kitchen)
we count sh*t, no ones (ones)
and they number them bags (bags)
we been trappin’ that swag (swag)
we’ll sell a n*gga gas (gas)
we can whip up glass (glass, n*gga)
you can get you some whip (whip)
n*gga come spend you some chips (spend some chips)
you can make sh*t flip (yeah)
double your money right here (right, d*mn)
right price, right here (right here)
this sh*t real life, right here (right here)
we get money when you outchea (outchea)
gotta keep a gun when you with them
[chorus: young nudy]
cutthroat paradise east where it’s real (ooh)
n*gga can’t be sweet, n*ggas get k!lled (uh*uh)
bouldercrest road, turned that b*tch to a battlefield (yeah)
n*ggas get hunted like deer ’round here (baow)
hang a n*gga up like a mountain (mountain)
disappear a n*gga like a phantom (phantom)
this a kel*tec, this is not no banana (nah)
this a new b*tch, this a new nasty dancer (yeah)
it get to hummin’, that b*tch want some answers (mhm)
it get to bouncin’ and movin’, control (yeah)
bullets just twirl, they twirl (yooh)
n*gga got put on the curb (ooh)
d*mn, they ass got served cold (ooh)
d*mn, his ass got curtains closed (ooh)
d*mn, they walked down two of those
d*mn, we popped like five of those
we don’t take no l’s, they know

[verse 2: 21 lil harold]
okay (huh), start the beat, reverse the car (uh*huh)
bag it up, shoot him in his head, .45 tapped him up (uh*huh)
b*tches wanna talk, but i be masked up (uh*huh)
when them ducks land on the ground, they be mad as f*ck (p*ssy)
i gon’ jack some (21), strip some, flip some (21)
h dawg, n*gga he’ll rip some (21), twisted (21)
we some rich shooters, ’round my way, n*gga
i’m knowing why they hating, n*ggas know i got this k n*gga (21)
i got gun smoke, we can get a n*gga by the day
yeah i gun tote, n*gga, keep a .45 on my waist
why he run for? he seen them red beams up on his face (p*ssy)
me and cuzzo, when it come to opps we don’t wan’ play
[chorus: young nudy]
cutthroat paradise east where it’s real (ooh)
n*gga can’t be sweet, n*ggas get k!lled (uh*uh)
bouldercrest road, turned that b*tch to a battlefield (yeah)
n*ggas get hunted like deer ’round here (baow)
hang a n*gga up like a mountain (mountain)
disappear a n*gga like a phantom (phantom)
this a kel*tec, this is not no banana (nah)
this a new b*tch, this a new nasty dancer (yeah)
it get to hummin’, that b*tch want some answers (mhm)
it get to bouncin’ and movin’, control (yeah)
bullets just twirl, they twirl (ooh)
n*gga got put on the curb (ooh)
d*mn, they ass got served cold (ooh)
d*mn, his ass got curtains closed (ooh)
d*mn, they walked down two of those
d*mn, we popped like five of those
we don’t take no l’s, they know

[outro: young nudy]
uh*uh, ha, hahaha
yeah, like that
ahaha, like that, yeah, like that

- young nudy lyrics

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