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letra de blue cheese salad - young nudy

[intro]
(eat ’em up, eat ’em up, eat ’em up, eat ’em up, eat ’em up, eat ’em up)
haha
i told you, i only make stoner music
gangster music, k!ller music
f-ck your ho music, take your ho music (coupe)
yeah

[chorus]
she say boss up, so i drop the top on that b-tch (roll up)
she wasn’t f-ckin’ with me when i ain’t have sh-t, but she want this (yeah)
all this money that i’m gettin’, i ain’t givin’ sh-t (yeah)
i be in the trap spot countin’ up, tryna add it (yeah)
f-ck a ho, won’t blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (yeah)
b-tch, i live a savage life, and b-tch, i’m livin’ lavish (yeah)
i’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
mixed it with that rap money, turned that sh-t to blue cheese (yeah)

[verse 1]
n-gga mention my name, know that boy is swiss cheese (bah-bah)
b-tch say i paid for it, you sound crazy, b-tch, please
gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double g
throw back me an adderall and then i f-ck that ho to sleep
wake that b-tch up on a perky
put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin’
pop that p-ssy, baby girl, keep twerkin’
f-ck you so good, i swear i won’t hurt it
tighten that p-ssy, make it feel like a virgin
grind on this d-ck, baby girl, keep workin’
ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it
bounce on this d-ck, baby, act like you want it
f-ck a lotta hoes, you not the only
sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn’t want me
say that i f-cked, that i f-cked all her homies
let in my bed nothin’ but bad b-tches only
f-ck on a thot, suck me up, i don’t want her
pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her
i’ma keep this sh-t one hundred, yeah, y’all n-ggas not one hundred, yeah

[chorus]
she say boss up, so i drop the top on that b-tch (yeah)
she wasn’t f-ckin’ with me when i ain’t have sh-t, but she want this (yeah)
all this money that i’m gettin’, i ain’t givin’ sh-t (b-tch)
i be in the trap spot countin’ up, tryna add it (add it)
f-ck a ho, won’t blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (yeah)
b-tch, i live a savage life, and b-tch, i’m livin’ lavish (yeah)
i’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
mixed it with that rap money, turned that sh-t to blue cheese

[verse 2]
n-gga wanna k!ll ’bout a b-tch (yes, sir)
nah, n-gga, i don’t want her, yeah
and i’m real ’bout this sh-t, n-gga
nah, n-gga, i ain’t gunna, yeah (nah)
i got lot of b-tches ’round my way (lot of ’em)
all these hoes head-hunters (hunters)
and i’m big time stunner, yeah (stunner)
when i see your ho, she a one hit wonder (yeah)
lie to a ho like i lie to your honor (yeah)
runnin’ the streets, i would lie to my mama (what?)
they was tellin’ her that i was bustin’ guns
i was tellin’ mama, “uh-uh, uh-uh” (no, uh-uh)
keep this sh-t one hundred, yeah
i was raised by mama, yeah
jumped in the streets, i was younger, yeah
thirteen, carryin’ that thunder, yeah
mama had kicked me out the house ’cause she found me with a chopper and i was like uh-uh (uh-uh)
now i’m in the streets, hot summer, yeah (summer)
kick a n-gga door, rob his mama, yeah (mama)
robbed my first n-gga for a hundred, yeah (hundred)
i remember when i hit a l!ck for a real hundred k
n-gga, that’s a real hundred, yeah (yes, sir)

[chorus]
she say boss up, so i drop the top on that b-tch (yeah)
she wasn’t f-ckin’ with me when i ain’t have sh-t, but she want this (yeah)
all this money that i’m gettin’, i ain’t givin’ sh-t (b-tch)
i be in the trap spot countin’ up, tryna add it (yeah)
f-ck a ho, won’t blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (yeah)
b-tch, i live a savage life, and b-tch, i’m livin’ lavish (yeah)
i’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
mixed it with that rap money, turned that sh-t to blue cheese (blue cheese)

[outro]
uh, yeah
hahahaha
the f-ck, n-gga?
hah, b-tch, yeah

- young nudy

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