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like you want to - young nudy lyrics

[intro]
20rocket on this b*tch, so it’s gon’ knock

[chorus]
all ‘bout the benji’s (yeah), all ‘bout the b*tches (yeah)
if you get some money, all the b*tches gonna f*ck with it (yeah)
if it ain’t ‘bout no money then do not f*ck with it
then don’t let a n*gga come play with you on that f*ck sh*t
you gotta get down and dirty with a gun, you might have to bust it (yeah)
they salute you when you do it yourself
you move like a mafia n*gga when you pay somebody else
either way it go, it’s respect my n*gga, that sh*t is under your belt
now you got your name in the street, you can move like you want to, no help
[verse 1]
i was worried ‘bout my momma, wasn’t worried ‘bout my daddy, you know (yeah, yeah)
jumped off the porch when i was just a young age
in the hood playin’ with them ak’s, doin’ great things when i got older (yeah)
got me a strap, i put that b*tch around my shoulder (yeah)
you want the smoke, we pullin’ up on you, i gotta show you
i don’t gotta smoke you, light this ganja, do not tattle your honor
i had smoked your son, please, don’t tell your momma ‘cause
when sh*t get real, n*gga, i will k!ll your momma (yeah)
no witnesses, no evidence, when i do this sh*t, i’m true ‘bout this
n*gga, if you scared then don’t jump in this water, ain’t no fishes ‘round me
i hang with the sharks, n*gga, don’t come in the dark
i be in the deep blue outta water

[verse 2]
you kept me in that lake with piranhas, slip through the hood, nothin’ but a anaconda
y’all act like a b*tch, y’all just wanna
what kinda car that is, that’s a honda
i see why your b*tch left you, b*tch n*gga, no wonder
you need to ‘round up your money and get out the honda
i remember my first car, man, that b*tch was impala
give me more xans and ride with that chopper, me and my partners
i don’t even remember when we went in the funeral with the chopper
i was so geeked out my mind, i don’t even remember seein’ my partner
i remember what it is then man, we slid on the opps, n*gga, no problem
late night, n*gga, two glocks and a chopper
red bandana ‘round my face when i rob you
lookin’ for a opp n*gga so i can pop ‘em
ain’t no boyz in the hood, ain’t n0body tryna jump out the whip, man, none of my partners
and we finna go rob the robbers
he just took a n*gga out so we finna go take him on that s.o. slime
triple cross, n*gga, all the time
i put him on the l!ck, d*mn, i’m slime
they went and hit the l!ck and then he pulled up on my, d*mn, i’m so slime
i took his cut and i took mine
real big dog, n*gga, i’m so slime
y’all n*ggas scared to go and get some money, you scared to commit a crime
[chorus]
all ‘bout the benji’s (yeah), all ‘bout the b*tches (yeah)
if you get some money, all the b*tches gonna f*ck with it (yeah)
if it ain’t ‘bout no money then do not f*ck with it
then don’t let a n*gga come play with you on that f*ck sh*t
you gotta get down and dirty with a gun, you might have to bust it (yeah)
they salute you when you do it yourself
you move like a mafia n*gga when you pay somebody else
either way it go, it’s respect my n*gga, that sh*t is under your belt
now you got your name in the street, you can move like you want to, no help

[outro]
you beef with the best n*gga, who else is left? n*gga don’t want that death
i move in this street with no gun on my side ‘cause n*gga respect me ‘cause who i‘m is
and i move around with no fear, cold heart n*gga, don’t shed no tear
you say you want smoke with me then i’ma pull up on you and show you what it is

- young nudy lyrics

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