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duck meat - young nudy lyrics

[intro]
uh, yeah (what you ‘posed to do, what you ‘posed to do)
yeah, eastside, shawty ‘nem, yeah (cicero)
talkin’ bout buddy ‘nem, right?, yeah (yeah)
talkin’ ’bout them n*ggas right there?
(b*tch) yeah (yeah, ea*ski), what

[chorus]
yeah, you n*ggas cannot run (whew, whew, whew)
i got so many of these b*tches, we come with them guns (uh*huh)
when them bullets fly (whew), n*ggas gonna die (whew)
p*ssy n*gga try (whew), and them bullets fly (whew)
right at a n*gga (whew), we gon’ catch a n*gga (whew)
we gon’ splat ’em, n*gga (whew), put ‘еm on a platter, n*gga (whew)
we bе at them n*ggas, when we catch them n*ggas
ain’t no stitch, they get the— (whew, whew, whew, whew)
[verse 1]
shawty surrounded with shooters, everybody havin’ sticks (yeah)
in the section kickin’ sh*t, nothin’ but some bad b*tches (yeah)
fifty in my britches (uh*huh), .30 in my glizzy (uh*huh)
b*tch, i’m never slippin’ (uh*huh) when i step up in this b*tch, you hear? (yes sir)
real n*gga, trapper of the year, make that pack disappear
n*gga ever play with any of my money, make that b*tch disappear (d*mn)
you skinny sh*t, i’ll start in front of your face, p*ssy, yeah, ear to ear (ooh)
and i’m like the joker, i’ll be laughin’ when the b*tch disappear (hahaha)
i ain’t savin’ sh*t, h*ll nah, i’m not superman (f*ckin’ they talkin’ ’bout?)
i got so many hoes on my d*ck, i’m like ”groupie man” (groupie man, yeah, hahaha)
so many hoes wanna be saved, i’m not stupid man (uh, uh)
i swear to god i made them n*ggas hate when they ho is f*ckin’ on young nudy, man (d*mn)
when young n*gga havin’ all these rubberbands? (i got ’em)
started out with guns, i didn’t have nothin’, do you understand? (understand?)
kickin’ doors and wipin’ nose (yeah), all this sh*t for rubberbands (word)
watch your back, i don’t f*ck with ya
i’ll slime you out, you not my man (yeah, i slimed ya)

[chorus]
yeah, you n*ggas cannot run (whew, whew, whew)
i got so many of these b*tches (yeah), we come with them guns (uh*huh, uh*huh)
when them bullets fly (word, whew), n*ggas gonna die (word, whew)
p*ssy n*gga try (word, whew), and them bullets fly (word, whew)
right at a n*gga (tell ’em, whew), we gon’ catch a n*gga (no, for real, whew)
we gon’ splat ’em, n*gga (p*ssy, whew), put ’em on a platter, n*gga (p*ssies, whew)
we be at them n*ggas (p*ssies, whew), when we catch them n*ggas (yeah, whew)
ain’t no stitch, they get the— (slime, whew, whew, whew, whew, slime)
[verse 2]
n*gga, everything on east atlanta, zone 6, i’m ’bout to smoke (slime)
you disrespect the slime gang, b*tch, you know we k!ll your ho (k!ll your ho)
i’m cutthroat, the murderin’ sh*t p*ssy, that’s my mojo (mojo)
bullets fly, n*ggas die, n*ggas already know how that go (how that go)
n*ggas try, n*ggas die, n*ggas already know how that go (i’m tryna tell you n*gga)
pullin’ out them sticks, you know that b*tch gon’ blow (know that b*tch gon’ blow)
every time i hit a p*ssy, hit the floor (p*ssies hit the floor)
should have been a baller, ’cause i love to score (’cause i love to score)
and i got the ball (and i got the ball)
8ball, b*tch i’m slimeball (b*tch, i’m slimeball)
ape sh*t, b*tch, you know my gang spread out (yeah), and we take sh*t
strip n*ggas, make ’em take it off (whew), p*ssies (p*ssies)

[chorus]
yeah, you n*ggas cannot run (whew, whew, whew, tell ’em)
i got so many of these b*tches, we come with them guns (uh*huh, whew)
when them bullets fly (whew), n*ggas gonna die (whew)
p*ssy n*gga try (whew), and them bullets fly (whew)
right at a n*gga (whew), we gon’ catch a n*gga (whew)
we gon’ splat ’em n*gga (whew), put ’em on a platter, n*gga (whew)
we be at them n*ggas (whew), when we catch them n*ggas (whew)
ain’t no stitch, they get the— (whew, whew, whew, whew)

[outro]
yeah, you—
yeah, you n*ggas cannot run (whew, zone 6 sh*t, n*gga)
i got so many of these b*tches, we come with them guns (uh*huh)
and i’m strapped up with them funds (eastside, stand the f*ck up)
(whew, whew)
huh

- young nudy lyrics

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