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letra de fish & chips - young nudy

[intro]
yeah
i’m from the eastside, right?
you know, we ain’t have no handouts (uh-huh)
we ain’t have no big homies (ah, yeah)
we ain’t come from no really low, low drug dealin’ communities
we come from, you know, gun slangin’, g-ngb-ngin’ (coupe)
you feel what i’m sayin’?
that’s how you get it, n-gga, rob, and they gon’ take some money
you know what i’m sayin’? it’s a few n-ggas that trap
we salute the ones who trap, you feel me?
shoutout to the n-ggas that trap (if you gonna hate, be a hater, n-gga)
if you on the eastside then you really know what the f-ck goin’ on
d-mn
i heard these n-ggas mad ’round the f-ckin’ city
(i heard these n-ggas mad ’round the f-ckin’ city) for what? i made it
d-mn (i’m tellin’ y’all)
[verse 1]
n-ggas mad ’cause we didn’t have to sit in the trap (sit in the trap)
i made five million, p-ssy n-gga, just off rap (just off rap)
i heard a p-ssy n-gga mad ’cause he rap and he trap (rap and he trap)
i remember all the times, sh-t, i had to rap and go trap (rap and he trap)
i had to wrap up my strap, had to turn ’em to a napkin (yeah)
fold a n-gga up and disappear sh-t like magic (magic)
drop sh-t on n-ggas’ heads, shooter go super savage (savage)
cliqued up with some p-ssy n-ggas, now they mad ’cause we have it (yeah, we have it)

[chorus]
d-mn, that b-tch got slumped, did her wrong, he in traffic (d-mn)
i sent my shooter, man, my shooter get dirty and nasty (yessir)
my main shooter, rich shooter, d-mn, that n-gga have it (they have it)
they mad ’cause we come from the eastside, ain’t no trappin’, just blastin’ (yessir)
these n-ggas trappin’ off the porch, g-ngb-ngin’ and crashin’ (what’s brackin’?)
we didn’t have no big homie to do no mothaf-ckin’ handlin’ (uh-uh)
we had to get it on our own, do you b-tches understand it? (uh-huh)
if any n-gga started trappin’, he would rap before it happened (yessir)

[verse 2]
this sh-t get poppin’ on the eastside, they’ll do you real nasty (do you real nasty)
first they’ll catch a n-gga slippin’, leave a b-tch in the past (d-mn)
these n-ggas runnin’ ’round with switches, they’ll shoot you real fast (yessir)
i love the city, don’t f-ck up, they let me slide and get a bag (d-mn)
i walk around with nothin’ but robbers and some trappers (trappers)
all the trappers got their pack from f-ckin’ with the robbers (the robbers, yeah)
and we work together gettin’ money, not a problem (nah)
everybody got to eat, n-gga, ain’t n0body go starvin’ (nah)
why you tryna creep, lil’ n-gga? (hol’ on) no, you not no robber (not no robber)
all the internet gangsta sh-t need to stop (stop ’em)
all that “mask out” sh-t, that’s how n-ggas pop ya (pop ya)
i call n-ggas b-tches in they face, it wasn’t no problem (uh-uh)
and i make they homie go away, it wasn’t no problem (no problem)
and i smoke his b-tch-ass while i’m rappin’, b-tch, no problem (no problem)
tell them folk to catch up with this smoke or we gon’ solve ’em (gon’ solve ’em)
all i see is red, and like a sign, i’ma stop ’em (yessir)
and i’m bangin’ blood (blatt)
got out the streets, i got out the mud (yessir, blatt)
n-gga don’t understand when you bangin’ blood (uh-huh, murder)
gotta use your hands when you bangin’ blood (yo)
i get hands-on with n-ggas, put ’em in the mud (uh-huh)
[chorus]
d-mn, that b-tch got slumped, did her wrong, he in traffic (d-mn)
i sent my shooter, man, my shooter get dirty and nasty (yessir)
my main shooter, rich shooter, d-mn, that n-gga have it (they have it)
they mad ’cause we come from the eastside, ain’t no trappin’, just blastin’ (yessir)
these n-ggas trappin’ off the porch, g-ngb-ngin’ and crashin’ (what’s brackin’?)
we didn’t have no big homie to do no mothaf-ckin’ handlin’ (uh-uh)
we had to get it on our own, do you b-tches understand it? (uh-huh)
if any n-gga started trappin’, he would rap before it happened (yessir)

- young nudy

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