fuck me mean - young nudy lyrics
[intro]
f*ck, uh
hit this sh*t up, yeah
20rocket on this b*tch so it’s gon’ knock
yeah, what you do? we gon’ win the [?]
[chorus]
cl!ck, i cl!ck and pow, a n*gga might dropped down (cl!ck, pow n*gga)
and i don’t think about it when i get the money, ’cause the money what i want though (uh*uh)
i pour down, n*gga menace to society
dreads in my head like i’m o*dog (o*dog)
i gotta [?], free [?] n*gga, that was my smoke dawg (that was my smoke dawg)
and i hang with a lot of real n*ggas, no b*tch n*ggas, no hoe, dawg (no hoe, dawg)
i done seen a lot of young n*ggas had to go and get it, no [?], dawg (no [?], dawg)
and i teach a n*gga how to cut ties, if he snitch, gotta k!ll ’em all (gotta k!ll ’em all)
and you can’t show no love if the n*gga was your friend, f*ck that, k!ll ’em, dawg (f*ck that, k!ll ’em, dawg)
[verse 1]
they switch up, i show them this
i done have to get ’em this, they gave me they ass to kiss
i remember i’m by myself, i had to hit that l!ck (i did)
i didn’t have a call for backup, i didn’t need it for sh*t (for sh*t, n*gga)
yeah you know i’m real rich, i’m not legit (nah)
still dirty*dirty, got that dirty stick, i keep that b*tch (uh*uh)
bad b*tch she stay on my tip, tell that hoe to suck my d*ck (suck my d*ck)
get that hoe and that i quit
miss the bag and count that sh*t (yeah)
know i got them racks and i got stacks on stacks
i got some gats (yeah)
and we got them cats on cat
we pull up in them demons brrack, brrack, brrrack
and you know i’m suwoop, b*tch i’m brrack (brrack)
and you know i came from the trenches, don’t know where the f*ck they was at (d*mn)
and you know i slang that remix, that ooh*ooh
came up out the sewer, i’m so dirty, i’m so filthy (i’m so filthy)
put the money on your head and i got the shooter, they pull up on [?]
trap out the motherf*cker, fresher than a motherf*cker, know that i’m [?] (yeah)
and i got thirty on my hip, squeal, no clip [?]
and i tell that b*tch when she suck, don’t bite me (no)
and i know a lot of n*ggas really wanna be like me (wanna be like me)
he cannot bite the style, he cannot be like me
[chorus]
cl!ck, i cl!ck and pow, a n*gga might dropped down (cl!ck, pow n*gga)
and i don’t think about it when i get the money, ’cause the money what i want though (uh*uh)
i pour down, n*gga menace to society
dreads in my head like i’m o*dog (o*dog)
i gotta [?], free [?] n*gga, that was my smoke dawg (that was my smoke dawg)
and i hang with a lot of real n*ggas, no b*tch n*ggas, no hoe, dawg (no hoe, dawg)
i done seen a lot of young n*ggas had to go and get it, no [?], dawg (no [?], dawg)
and i teach a n*gga how to cut ties, if he snitch, gotta k!ll ’em all (gotta k!ll ’em all)
and you can’t show no love if the n*gga was your friend, f*ck that, k!ll ’em, dawg (f*ck that, k!ll ’em, dawg)
[verse 2]
they can’t touch him, jumpin’ fences
always watchin’, f*ck police (yeah)
always gotta keep it with me, know i gotta keep the heat (yeah)
and you know i’m a hot boy, i’m a hot boy, with that bling*bling (that bling*bling)
and you know i’m sippin’ on that purple, not no mean green (not no mean green)
only thing mean is this money, d*mn so loud green
only thing he seen was them bullets, he had mr. bean
and you know he slang that motherf*cker, sprayed the whole team
mister zone 6, mister throw*it*up, what the f*ck mean mean?
and you know i catch your b*tch turnt up and yes i f*ck her mean (yeah b*tch)
and you know she love the cream, put on her face and that b*tch is a [?]
[?] in that p*ssy, [?]
know i had to pass her to my team, you know ain’t about hoes
[?] b*tch you gotta suck all
no b*tch i can’t cuff, no (yeah)
everybody know me, salute me or shoot me, i’m big dawg (big dawg)
these p*ssy n*ggas got some p*ssy up on in your legs, you n*ggas are b*tch dawgs (you n*ggas are b*tch dawgs)
i’ma whip out the gl!ck and pop your sh*t and put you on your period, that’s it dawg (d*mn)
i’m still on that zone 6, dawg
bullsh*t dawg, four*four b*tch, i love bulldog (ooh)
top of the floor ain’t nothin’ but bad b*tches and me and my dawgs
i tell a b*tch she gotta move out my face and b*tch got the gobble jaws
i feel like i gotta say [?] or smoke weed, [?] but don’t trust y’all (trust y’all)
[chorus]
cl!ck, i cl!ck and pow, a n*gga might dropped down (cl!ck, pow n*gga)
and i don’t think about it when i get the money, ’cause the money what i want though (uh*uh)
i pour down, n*gga menace to society
dreads in my head like i’m o*dog (o*dog)
i gotta [?], free [?] n*gga, that was my smoke dawg (that was my smoke dawg)
and i hang with a lot of real n*ggas, no b*tch n*ggas, no hoe, dawg (no hoe, dawg)
i done seen a lot of young n*ggas had to go and get it, no [?], dawg (no [?], dawg)
and i teach a n*gga how to cut ties, if he snitch, gotta k!ll ’em all (gotta k!ll ’em all)
and you can’t show no love if the n*gga was your friend, f*ck that, k!ll ’em, dawg (f*ck that, k!ll ’em, dawg)
[outro]
the f*ck, n*gga? we ain’t havin’ no rats, n*gga
don’t give a f*ck if i been known you all my life, n*gga, f*ck you
that’s on my mama
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