letra de fuck me mean - young nudy
[intro]
f-ck, uh
hit this sh-t up, yeah
20rocket on this b-tch so it’s gon’ knock
yeah, what you do? we gon’ win the [?]
[chorus]
cl!ck, i cl!ck and pow, a n-gga might dropped down (cl!ck, pow n-gga)
and i don’t think about it when i get the money, ’cause the money what i want though (uh-uh)
i pour down, n-gga menace to society
dreads in my head like i’m o-dog (o-dog)
i gotta [?], free [?] n-gga, that was my smoke dawg (that was my smoke dawg)
and i hang with a lot of real n-ggas, no b-tch n-ggas, no hoe, dawg (no hoe, dawg)
i done seen a lot of young n-ggas had to go and get it, no [?], dawg (no [?], dawg)
and i teach a n-gga how to cut ties, if he snitch, gotta k!ll ’em all (gotta k!ll ’em all)
and you can’t show no love if the n-gga was your friend, f-ck that, k!ll ’em, dawg (f-ck that, k!ll ’em, dawg)
[verse 1]
they switch up, i show them this
i done have to get ’em this, they gave me they ass to kiss
i remember i’m by myself, i had to hit that l!ck (i did)
i didn’t have a call for backup, i didn’t need it for sh-t (for sh-t, n-gga)
yeah you know i’m real rich, i’m not legit (nah)
still dirty-dirty, got that dirty stick, i keep that b-tch (uh-uh)
bad b-tch she stay on my tip, tell that hoe to suck my d-ck (suck my d-ck)
get that hoe and that i quit
miss the bag and count that sh-t (yeah)
know i got them racks and i got stacks on stacks
i got some gats (yeah)
and we got them cats on cat
we pull up in them demons brrack, brrack, brrrack
and you know i’m suwoop, b-tch i’m brrack (brrack)
and you know i came from the trenches, don’t know where the f-ck they was at (d-mn)
and you know i slang that remix, that ooh-ooh
came up out the sewer, i’m so dirty, i’m so filthy (i’m so filthy)
put the money on your head and i got the shooter, they pull up on [?]
trap out the motherf-cker, fresher than a motherf-cker, know that i’m [?] (yeah)
and i got thirty on my hip, squeal, no clip [?]
and i tell that b-tch when she suck, don’t bite me (no)
and i know a lot of n-ggas really wanna be like me (wanna be like me)
he cannot bite the style, he cannot be like me
[chorus]
cl!ck, i cl!ck and pow, a n-gga might dropped down (cl!ck, pow n-gga)
and i don’t think about it when i get the money, ’cause the money what i want though (uh-uh)
i pour down, n-gga menace to society
dreads in my head like i’m o-dog (o-dog)
i gotta [?], free [?] n-gga, that was my smoke dawg (that was my smoke dawg)
and i hang with a lot of real n-ggas, no b-tch n-ggas, no hoe, dawg (no hoe, dawg)
i done seen a lot of young n-ggas had to go and get it, no [?], dawg (no [?], dawg)
and i teach a n-gga how to cut ties, if he snitch, gotta k!ll ’em all (gotta k!ll ’em all)
and you can’t show no love if the n-gga was your friend, f-ck that, k!ll ’em, dawg (f-ck that, k!ll ’em, dawg)
[verse 2]
they can’t touch him, jumpin’ fences
always watchin’, f-ck police (yeah)
always gotta keep it with me, know i gotta keep the heat (yeah)
and you know i’m a hot boy, i’m a hot boy, with that bling-bling (that bling-bling)
and you know i’m sippin’ on that purple, not no mean green (not no mean green)
only thing mean is this money, d-mn so loud green
only thing he seen was them bullets, he had mr. bean
and you know he slang that motherf-cker, sprayed the whole team
mister zone 6, mister throw-it-up, what the f-ck mean mean?
and you know i catch your b-tch turnt up and yes i f-ck her mean (yeah b-tch)
and you know she love the cream, put on her face and that b-tch is a [?]
[?] in that p-ssy, [?]
know i had to pass her to my team, you know ain’t about hoes
[?] b-tch you gotta suck all
no b-tch i can’t cuff, no (yeah)
everybody know me, salute me or shoot me, i’m big dawg (big dawg)
these p-ssy n-ggas got some p-ssy up on in your legs, you n-ggas are b-tch dawgs (you n-ggas are b-tch dawgs)
i’ma whip out the gl!ck and pop your sh-t and put you on your period, that’s it dawg (d-mn)
i’m still on that zone 6, dawg
bullsh-t dawg, four-four b-tch, i love bulldog (ooh)
top of the floor ain’t nothin’ but bad b-tches and me and my dawgs
i tell a b-tch she gotta move out my face and b-tch got the gobble jaws
i feel like i gotta say [?] or smoke weed, [?] but don’t trust y’all (trust y’all)
[chorus]
cl!ck, i cl!ck and pow, a n-gga might dropped down (cl!ck, pow n-gga)
and i don’t think about it when i get the money, ’cause the money what i want though (uh-uh)
i pour down, n-gga menace to society
dreads in my head like i’m o-dog (o-dog)
i gotta [?], free [?] n-gga, that was my smoke dawg (that was my smoke dawg)
and i hang with a lot of real n-ggas, no b-tch n-ggas, no hoe, dawg (no hoe, dawg)
i done seen a lot of young n-ggas had to go and get it, no [?], dawg (no [?], dawg)
and i teach a n-gga how to cut ties, if he snitch, gotta k!ll ’em all (gotta k!ll ’em all)
and you can’t show no love if the n-gga was your friend, f-ck that, k!ll ’em, dawg (f-ck that, k!ll ’em, dawg)
[outro]
the f-ck, n-gga? we ain’t havin’ no rats, n-gga
don’t give a f-ck if i been known you all my life, n-gga, f-ck you
that’s on my mama
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