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letra de m.r.e. - young nudy

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[intro]
sh-t
yeah, d-mn (coupe)
that motherf-cker hittin’
it got me high
yeah

[chorus]
i got g.i. joes (g.i. joes)
big gun, b-tch, and we bombin’ sh-t (bombin’ sh-t), b-tch, c4 (c4)
and i’m big dog, beo (beo)
play with me, we cut your throat (cut your throat)
yeah, believe in a perc’ (perc’)
smokin’ a n-gga like purple (just like purple)
star frames on my face, i can’t see sh-t like i’m urkel (like i’m urkel)
trappin’ whenever my thing, n-gga, i could not be no worker (couldn’t be no worker)
c-ck it and let it bang, take some sh-t from all they workers (all they workers)
d-mn, n-gga, my main, i can see how that b-tch workin’ (how she workin’)
had to up my aim and i had to up my name (okay)
[verse 1]
y’all n-ggas had big dogs, ain’t n0body was frontin’ mе (yeah)
everybody sellin’ drugs in my hood, n-ggas was runnin’ and scarеd of me (scared of me)
n-ggas know what’s up with all the shooters and robbers, yeah, they all follow me
takin’ sh-t was never a problem, take down big fish sh-t like willie b
lil’ shrimp, why you’s a goldfish to me? (yeah)
have you ever robbed a robber, p-ssy?
have you ever k!lled a k!ller, bully?
.44 bulldog, wish it was fully (on god, n-gga)
know that my life revolve with guns (yeah)
you ain’t got no gun, then run (run)
my clip’ gon’ shoot, moments on

[chorus]
i got g.i. joes (g.i. joes)
big gun, b-tch, and we bombin’ sh-t (bombin’ sh-t), b-tch, c4 (c4)
and i’m big dog, beo (beo)
play with me, we cut your throat (cut your throat)
yeah, believe in a perc’ (perc’)
smokin’ a n-gga like purple (just like purple)
star frames on my face, i can’t see sh-t like i’m urkel (like i’m urkel)
trappin’ whenever my thing, n-gga, i could not be no worker (couldn’t be no worker)
c-ck it and let it bang, take some sh-t from all they workers (all they workers)
d-mn, n-gga, my main, i can see how that b-tch workin’ (how she workin’)
had to up my aim and i had to up my name
[verse 2]
b-tch, you know i’m the dangerous one (for real)
they hate ’cause i’m the famous one (they hate ’cause i’m the famous one)
nah, for real, lil’ n-gga, my life real like rich shooter (rich shooter)
i’m the one that send the shooter
my shooter don’t come, i come to do you (come and do you)
bounce out, n-gga, just for a hundred, whole lot of money, hallelujah (hallelujah)
i might spin that b-tch with my partner, double back, we alley-oop ’em (had to dunk)
yeah, backend, backend, back on stage
walk in the club and get a fifty-ball and i ain’t gotta rap a thing (i ain’t gotta rap a thing)
d-mn, i came a long way from rappin’, n-gga, just like i’m wayne (just like i’m wayne, n-gga)
pluck these chicken-ass n-ggas (on god)
if you switch on me, you stuck on the other side, you can die (on god)
got no remorse for my enemy, most of them n-ggas fried (on god)
i’m the type of n-gga that a p-ssy n-gga cannot try (never)
get your name and roll it up in paper, call you that new ‘za (that ‘za)
and your folks gon’ backdoor for that paper, boy, this sh-t get fire (get fire, n-gga)
yeah, sh-t get fire and sh-t (we droppin’ real racks on a hit, n-gga)

[chorus]
i got g.i. joes (g.i. joes)
big gun, b-tch, and we bombin’ sh-t (bombin’ sh-t), b-tch, c4 (c4)
and i’m big dog, beo (beo)
play with me, we cut your throat (cut your throat)
yeah, believe in a perc’ (perc’)
smokin’ a n-gga like purple (just like purple)
star frames on my face, i can’t see sh-t like i’m urkel (like i’m urkel)
trappin’ whenever my thing, n-gga, i could not be no worker (couldn’t be no worker)
c-ck it and let it bang, take some sh-t from all they workers (all they workers)
d-mn, n-gga, my main, i can see how that b-tch workin’ (how she workin’)
had to up my aim and i had to up my name (okay)

- young nudy

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