letra de 4 god - young nudy
[intro]
f-ck n-gga, yeah
yeah (yo), h-ll you talkin’ ’bout, boy? (coupe)
[chorus]
play in these streets, gotta know what you dealin’ with (deal)
this sh-t come with death, n-gga, and the penitentiary (penitentiary)
once you in this sh-t, know you gotta be all in (all in)
this that street sh-t, n-ggas gotta survive it (gotta survive it)
i know n-ggas in the trap still slimy (slimy)
take a seven out of every bag, n-ggas still grimy (grimy)
gave that boy that whip, not glass, should’ve never tried it (tried it)
i got somethin’ you n-ggas ain’t had, b-tch n-gga, catch a body (b-tch n-gga, catch a body)
[verse 1]
you’ll see
i pop sh-t like i’m supposed to be
got rich like i’m supposed to be (supposed to be)
i talk this sh-t ’cause you n-ggas notice me (you noticе me)
a big dog, n-gga, from the east (east)
and n0body nevеr told me how to be (how to be)
every day, n-gga, you know i’m doin’ me (i’m doin’ me)
better get some paper, n-gga, only way you’re gonna be (way you’re gonna be)
a rich n-gga like me (like me, yeah)
f-ck a n-gga b-tch, that’s his wifey (wifey, d-mn)
it don’t take too much, couple dollars and some nikes (yeah)
you disrespect the slime, put you on a white tee (on a white tee)
h-ll yeah, and i’m icy (i’m icy, yeah)
cup full of lean, not no iced tea (not no iced tea)
yeah, n-gga, you don’t like me (you don’t like me)
i got money, it excite me (it excite me)
[verse 2]
to sh-t on broke n-ggas (yeah), make a n-gga mad (mad)
pull up in that red ‘vette sh-ttin’ on they ass (did)
two hundred all my cars, everything, i dash (everything, i dash)
i don’t drive slow, baby, i just drive fast (i just drive fast)
i’m a zone 6 n-gga (yeah), i’m a paradise n-gga (ea-ski)
i’m a real brick n-gga, man, this sh-t for life, n-gga (this sh-t for life, b-tch)
yeah, you know i’m screamin’ 4 god, that’s for life, n-gga (ayy, that’s for life, n-gga)
only n-gga i let ride with me ’cause i ain’t like n-ggas (’cause i ain’t like n-ggas)
he’ll protect me with his life, n-gga (on god)
know that sh-t vice versa, wish i was there when they took your life, n-gga (what?)
know they would’ve had to murk me (tellin’ you)
but i know my dog, he ain’t trippin’
we know what come with this sh-t (i’m tellin’ you)
[chorus]
play in these streets, gotta know what you dealin’ with (deal)
this sh-t come with death, n-gga, and the penitentiary (penitentiary)
once you in this sh-t, know you gotta be all in (all in)
this that street sh-t, n-ggas gotta survive it (gotta survive it)
i know n-ggas in the trap still slimy (slimy)
take a seven out of every bag, n-ggas still grimy (grimy)
gave that boy that whip, not glass, should’ve never tried it (tried it)
i got somethin’ you n-ggas ain’t had, b-tch n-gga, catch a body (b-tch n-gga, catch a body)
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