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letra de how they label me - young nudy

[intro]
we don’t respect you p-ssy ass n-ggas
we only respect the real n-ggas, you feel me?
4l or nothin’, n-gga, say somethin’ p-ssy
(coupe)

[verse 1]
real vacuum seal, real vacuum seal, ran off on a f-ck n-gga (ran off on a f-ck n-gga, yeah)
h-ll yeah, this sh-t real deal, want your money, better catch up with us (money, better catch up with us, yeah)
and i got my steel, keep my steel, i ain’t scared to squeeze on no n-gga (i ain’t scared to squeeze on no n-gga, nah)
my lifestyle for real, i could never be a faker, not a f-ck n-gga (okay, i could never be a f-ck n-gga, nah)
let me give you some game, let me put you down (put you down)
don’t put no ho in your bidness, hoes gon’ run they mouth (they run they mouth)
then you gotta pay attention to the snakes and watch out for the f-ck n-ggas (and watch out for the f-ck n-ggas, yeah, keep it brick, yeah)
show love to your day ones but don’t show too much (don’t show too much)
that one always hatin’ when you got somethin’ that they cannot touch (well, d-mn)
gotta get off your ass, it don’t cost too much (don’t cost too much)
you make a lotta excuses, money you’ll never touch (you’ll never touch, yeah)

[chorus]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) how you think that sh-t make me feel when they label me a thug n-gga? (label me a thug n-gga, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) how you think that sh-t make me feel when they say that i’m a drug dealer? (say that i’m a drug dealer, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) how you think that sh-t make me feel when they say i am a grim reaper? (say that i’m a grim reaper, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) how you think that sh-t make me feel when my money come back, it ain’t even? (money come back, it ain’t even, no)
[verse 2]
they done caught no feelings for that money
guess we got a different feeling ’cause i love money (i love money)
i love touchin’ it, love countin’ it, it’s all hunnids (it’s all hunnids)
she gon’ f-ck with me, she wanna face, ain’t a nothin’ but a hunnid (ain’t a nothin’ but a hunnid, yeah)
the head game was great
i done jump back in my srt, we don’t do them eights, nah
everybody know they strapped with me, riding ’round with eights (some eights)
tryna catch a n-gga slippin’, he got somethin’ we want, we take (take it)
i’m talking ’bout the real goons, real street n-ggas, they relate (yeah)
i ain’t talking ’bout you rap goons, i know your karats are fake (yeah)
i done have some of these p-ssy n-ggas in my face, freeze up, don’t know what to say (huh)
n-ggas can feel my energy, i don’t f-ck with fake n-ggas, okay (okay)

[outro]
and them facts
i done, i done tried to do the fake smiles with these n-ggas
that sh-t don’t work, man
i can’t do that sh-t, man, i’m too real for these p-ssy ass n-ggas
man, these n-ggas soft as h-ll, man, n-ggas hoes man, on god
how the f-ck you gon’ let a n-gga try you, and you turn around try and pay a n-gga?
you a p-ssy n-gga, n-gga
don’t try to pay the same n-gga that’s tried you n-gga, you a hoe n-gga, hahaha
hoe ass n-ggas, man

- young nudy

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