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keep it 100 - young nudy lyrics

[intro]
y’all f-ck n-gg-s gon’ die as a f-ck n-gg-
oh, lord, jetson made another one
you gon’ live to be a f-ck n-gg-, you a f-ck n-gg-

[chorus]
get you popped, and i swear to god, put that on my kids
don’t tell no lies to my god, but i lie to “your honor”
i gotta keep it street, f-ck them n-gg-s, that’s one hunnid
they ain’t keep it street so them n-gg-s not one hunnid
you’s a b-tch, you’s a snitch, oh, you switched, homie, b-tch, homie
d-mn, i get that money, i’m a rich homie, no rich homie
and i keep that stick, 30 round and that glick on me
smokin’ on designer, and your b-tch, she on my d-ck, homie

[verse 1]
i shoot that motherf-cker ’til i can’t squeeze, and i got .223s
shootin’ that motherf-cker ’til i can’t breathe
and i can’t get no sleep
i’ma squeeze ’til you can’t see
stick just hit off, i just took off
and i just kept shootin’ at your soul, n-gg-, f-ck ya
i got your b-tch in my spot, and she suckin’ my d-ck
and i hit her from the back, no rubber
i’ma feed that baby, b-tch n-gg-, and it’s a b-st-rd
the b-tch done fell in love with a robber
street n-gg-, yeah, i’m a trapper
get money, yeah, ’cause i’m a rapper
b-tch, i’m not flasha
and i’m flashin’ ’cause i got diamonds
i’m shinin’, bling bling, as you can see
and you all on my nuts, b-tch, you can’t breathe, let me breathe
bad back, you squeeze
go and sell these penguins, nothin’ but keys
kick her off my back, i’m like a dog, but i hate fleas
i’ma get money, for real, dog, count up that blue cheese
thinkin’ bout robbin’ n-gg-s, that’s it, dog
get that boys [?]
i hit licks, n-gg-, on me
you cannot rob no robber, n-gg-, you kidding me? (p-ssy n-gg-)
how the f-ck you n-gg-s envy me?
how the f-ck you n-gg-s actin’ like you n-gg-s wanna get rid of me?
thought we were all in, thought we were all friends
’til that money came in

[verse 2]
settin’ up shop, takin’ over your block, and we smokin’ sh-t
call the cops, but this sh-t won’t stop, we be rollin’ sh-t
d-mn, i’m kickin’ sh-t, and i’m still in the six, n-gg-
say you want me dead, n-gg-, you ain’t did sh-t, n-gg-
kickin’ up my feet, let them folk know who run this sh-t, n-gg-
and i be in that ea, east atlanta, that’s my sh-t, n-gg-
atw watchin’ me, they say i got all these sticks, n-gg-
i’ll get a n-gg- spinned, n-gg-, homicide sh-t, n-gg-
throwin’ it up, gang ties, say they on my -ss
4l got the pyramid, whole block on smash
get them gr-ss, n-gg- talk too much, shoot that boy too fast
i’m so gangster, i’m an alley boy, catch ’em being bad

[outro]
ha
n-gg-

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