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letra de columbian necktie - young nudy

[intro]
we were muhf-ckin’ kickin’ doors n-gga (lil’ bl!cky, doo-doo)
upgraded, high point now (muhf-ckin’ tvs and sh-t, n-gga), upgraded, 50, .45
(20rocket on this beat, so it’s gon’ knock)
young n-gga cutthroat sh-t, n-gga

[verse]
i moved in paradise with chico, me and g5 (me and g5)
b-tch, we’s a always had a l!ck, you know i’m down to come slide (down to come slide)
now i’m back on my sh-t and i’m back with my guys (gang, back with my guys)
used to pull up, kick doors, now i’m home invadin’ (home invadin’)
slap a n-gga with the pistol, now his brain pavement (now his brains pavement)
godd-mn, you say that iron, get your mind right (get your mind right)
know that from a n-gga my momma used to f-ck with (used to f-ck with)
and my auntie name [?], yeah, she’s a gangster b-tch (she’s a gangster b-tch)
and my uncle a real robber, love that takin’ sh-t (i love that takin’ sh-t)
and my daddy a real trapper еven though he left mе for a b-tch (d-mn)
d-mn, out here on my own on this gangster sh-t (on this gangster sh-t)
growed up, made a lot of enemies, i got guns, make them fold up, okay (uh-huh)
me and all my n-gga, we was bangin’ cutthroat (yeah)
used to walk through the cut, the sun valley shop with [?] (d-mn)
hit me a l!ck and then i went and shopped with deebo (d-mn)
ain’t gon’ lie, he used to try to teach me wise (yeah)
always sayin’, “go to school,” but i got kicked out (d-mn)
now i’m stuck in the street and my momma kicked me out (man)
now i’m goin’ to haunted house, tryna make my way out (phew)
started gettin’ on them xannies, now i’m feelin’ fine (yeah)
start spazzin’ on my b-tches, say i’m trippin’ now (d-mn)
so i went and got on molly, now i’m geeked out (d-mn)
neck, bite down, since you geeked on me in bb (me in bb)
they need to free my homie down, he got a 30p (d-mn)
i took that boot, walked out the door, got in a shootout (word)
had forgot the other day i took a n-gga tooth (word)
he pulled up in that ‘partment, all that fakin’ like we cool (huh?)
and i ain’t had no straps in two weeks, n-gga, you snooze, you lose (lose)
i sn-tch it awfully loud then c-ck it back and told him, “move,” (move)
my dawg say you slime (d-mn), i thought y’all n-ggas was cool (nah)
i said, “what that mean?” ’cause i took him out, he my broom (what?)
nah, f-ck that n-gga, he ain’t claimin’ what i’m claimin’ too (nah, straight up)
f-ck you mean, n-gga? f-ck them n-ggas, n-gga (ah)
you trippin’, these n-ggas ain’t with us, n-gga
know how we comin’ (ea)
i ain’t even gon’ lie, sh-t, we broad with smoke
built our name up with nothin’ but smoke (yeah)
we was hittin’ l!cks, f-ck trappin’, where that kick door? (okay)
and i can’t lie, shoutout to my n-gga [?] and [?]
and my n-gga talkin’ ’bout but he gone, they was trappin’, ho
and another n-gga who’s a opp, nah, he’s a p-ssy ho
d-mn, i hate that sh-t had went that way, i miss my buddy, ho (sqard)
anyway, sh-t, time moves on, know what i’m on
took this sh-t to the west side, couple [?] and p-ssy, ho
d-mn, i miss my youngin’, he was a hitter (d-mn), phew (d-mn)
i done made somethin’ happen for a p-ssy, d-mn (phew), d-mn
they lock me in my jail cell with my career, blam (blam)
bulletholes, he rockin’ with me so this sh-t won’t jam (jam)
oowee, front street, got screamin’ “yeah” (yeah)
’cause they b-tch wanna f-ck, yeah
know i’m a blood, yeah (yeah)
b-tches love a gangster and big slime ball, h-ll sh-ll
big 4l gang, b-tch, you know who i’m in (uh-huh)
mr. zone 6, run this sh-t, mr. east atlanta (east atlanta)
mr. fire with the middle finger, b-tch (ea)
mr. f-ck-your-ho, don’t take her to ruth’s chris (nah)
and she lovin’ this blue cheese (yeah)
drop the top and told that lil’ b-tch, “you cannot f-ck with me” (nah, b-tch)
and you know i let that sh-t be known, play you, swiss cheese (swiss cheese)
know that i’m a shotta so a b-tch can never set up me (uh-uh)
know i been a robber and i let the b-tch promote my nuts
every time i stick it in, i know i’m diggin’ in her guts (yeah)
and i beat your b-tch raw, gave that ho that smack down
you ain’t have no clue that your b-tch tryna f-ck now (uh-huh)
and i’m still pull up in a tonka, pocket full of hundreds
get disrespectful with this sh-t, f-ck his baby momma
said i wouldn’t be sh-t (yeah), d-mn, look at all these commas (d-mn)
b-tches always call my phone, they [?] with my baby momma (word)
neck, b-tch, i f-ck with, i put too much trust in her (d-mn)
gave that b-tch money now think that i’ma f-ck, n-gga (hold up)
kick that b-tch to the curb when i see a d-ck, n-gga (ah, ah)
hit that b-tch a couple times, she love i’m a b-tch-n-gga
and i told her, and i showed her, i’ma f-ck her friends
i’ma f-ck one in my trap house and i do that sh-t again (yeah)
‘nother pill kickin’ in, gotta f-ck that sh-t again (ooh)
she my pill-poppin’ friend, every time i f-ck, i k!ll that sh-t (yeah)

- young nudy

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