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letra de duntsane - young nudy

[verse 1: young nudy & babydrill]
see me with the glock, n-gga, i’ll slap a n-gga, i’m breaking noses (i swear)
scr-p a n-gga, rob a n-gga, make a n-gga get naked in the cold (d-mn, f-ck n-gga)
l.a. kings [?] , hit ’em with the heater, i’ma make a n-gga fold (bow)
standing on 10, i don’t need a army, know slime armed (babydrill)
[verse 2: babydrill]
pull up on a n-gga, put one in a p-ssy n-gga f-cking dome (bow bow bow)
exposed them n-ggas, showed the world my opps some f-cking hoes (my opps twitter b-tches)
dub on my head, that ain’t nothing, p-ssy, drop some more (drop some)
shoot sh-t up in public, f-ck the camera, them n-ggas had to go

[verse 3: young nudy]
yeah, who the f-ck paid them to shoot at slime?
yeah, they tried to get me but they missed (yeah, they tried)
send my shooter, man, my shooter different (hahaha)
spend more money, p-ssy, get up with me

[verse 4: babydrill]
that sh-t just made me mad (go brazy)
the n-gga just k!lled them n-ggas who slipped
they dawg died then they moved out the a, you shouldn’t have played with members (babydrill)

[chorus: young nudy & babydrill]
yeah, n-gga
what?
19 glock 17s (slime)
almost caught my first victim when i was 16 (for real, n-gga?)
know that i bullied a lot of n-ggas when i was 17 (you did?)
learned how to use that pistol, caught my first when i was 18 (f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?)
i was sliding on my birthday, i just had turned 16
them n-ggas scared of me, b-tch, i was popping glocks at 15 (bow bow)
real opp k!ller, i drop the biggest opp at 17 (i dropped ’em)
by 18, i was kicking doors (18)
19, i was wiping noses (19)
[verse 5: young nudy]
f-ck you talking ’bout, you know how many n-ggas i dropped?
yeah, n-gga
after i caught that first one, b-tch, i shot so many n-ggas
got so used to pulling the trigger
b-tch, it ain’t nun to k!ll a n-gga
hit a n-gga, spin a n-gga with the .50, have you ever did it n-gga?
stab a n-gga, wrap a n-gga, smoking homies, these n-ggas be flexing, n-gga (n-ggas be flexing)

[verse 6: babydrill & young nudy]
n-ggas be flexing and they ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t (ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t)
can’t beef with broke ass p-ssy n-ggas, i’ll rather use my weapon (i just can’t do it)
i upped the score so much like d-mn lil’ buddy, you still ain’t get the message?
i hit the opps, inhale ’em
they try to hide, we get the drops to k!ll ’em
in l.a. smoking opps with slime, i think that i can hear them
nah dawg, you can’t hear them, a dead man can’t talk
this sh-t here strong
yeah, n-gga you right, pardon myself
pardon me, pardon me

- young nudy

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