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letra de one in the head - young nudy

[intro: young nudy]
(ayy, mahd, tell ’em turn that noise off)
i, i, i told you
yeah, we comin’, eat ’em up, f-ck

[chorus: young nudy]
one in the head, d-mn, you know that he dead (he dead)
d-mn, you know that his people is scared (they scared)
you know that they runnin’, they know where we at (where we at)
p-ssy, you know who be bustin’ them heads (bust them heads)
n-ggas be scared, we leavin’ the lead (leave the lead)
whole lot of sh-lls on they scene (on they scene)
give a f-ck ’bout a body, what the f-ck you do mean? ha-ha-ha (huh? huh?)
uh-huh, b-tch, i’m like the boogeyman, you do not understand, n-gga, i’m comin’ to get you (comin’ to get you)
hidin’ up under your bed, i know that you scared, my n-gga, huh, p-ssy (i know that you scared, my n-gga, ooh)
n-ggas be knowin’ who with it, you know that we soldiers, had a n-gga in the closet
tie a n-gga up, prepare for the coffin’ (dead man)

[verse 1: young nudy]
have you ever seen a n-gga shakin’ and he sh-ttin’?
dead body twitchin’, p-ssin’ (woo)
n-gga found, he was missin’
hundred rounds in his fitted
blaow-blaow how i’m feeling
finish his people, we ain’t finished
got some more n-ggas we k!llin’
takin’ these drugs how i’m feeling
ooh, like sh-t, go and handle that sh-t, we ain’t lettin’ sh-t slide (okay), on god
n-gga, you is a mission, now we lurkin’
box in the car, ain’t no reason for searchin’ (uh-uh)
go to the club, i got b-tches workin’ (yeah)
pocket watchin’ b-tches, they do the worst (uh-uh)
i got some b-tches who ready for the gangster sh-t, swear to god lil’ mama ain’t nervous (ain’t nervous)
gas a n-gga up, i know the she be flirtin’
let her pop the p-ssy long as it work (as long as it work)
get in his pocket, now that is the move (that is the move)
he runnin’ his mouth, she gon’ tell me the news (tell me the news)
it’s another come up in the b-tch and leave that b-tch on the news (ooh)
n-ggas be runnin’ they mouth to a b-tch, that’s somethin’ i can’t do (somethin’ i can’t do)
n-gga like me, i got the work, n-gga, i’m comin’ right through (comin’ right through)
i cannot spare no n-gga
i cannot spare on no n-gga (i cannot spare on no n-gga)
two hundred bands, that’s a plus
two hundred rounds, that’s a must (uh-huh)
i got a move and it’s up (uh-huh)
and it’s an opp, so what’s up? (uh-huh)
take everything, we leaving ’em stuck (leaving ’em stuck)
nothin’ but your knees, we comin’ to bust
nothin’ but ars, you know what is up (you know what is up)
we come to k!ll and take all your stuff
huh, d-mn, slime (d-mn)
[chorus: young nudy]
one in the head, d-mn, you know that he dead (he dead)
d-mn, you know that his people is scared (they scared)
you know that they runnin’, they know where we at (where we at)
p-ssy, you know who be bustin’ them heads (bust them heads)
n-ggas be scared, we leavin’ the lead (leave the lead)
whole lot of sh-lls on they scene (on they scene)
give a f-ck ’bout a body, what the f-ck you do mean? ha-ha-ha (huh? huh?)
uh-huh, b-tch, i’m like the boogeyman, you do not understand, n-gga, i’m comin’ to get you (comin’ to get you)
hidin’ up under your bed, i know that you scared, my n-gga, huh, p-ssy (i know that you scared, my n-gga, ooh)
n-ggas be knowin’ who with it, you know that we soldiers, had a n-gga in the closet
tie a n-gga up, prepare for the coffin’ (dead man)

[verse 2: cristo4l]
when it’s smoke, them n-ggas runnin’ (smoke)
draco be louder than thunder (boom)
surrounded by monsters
n-gga get whacked for them commas
i’m in the field with them agents, get k!lled for that [?] (baby drip)
headshot, two dead, don’t rush in
it ain’t one in the head, boy, you p-ssy (p-ssy)
only clutch when you scared, boy, you p-ssy (p-ssy)
we slide eyes closed, you a rookie
them n-ggas ain’t ready for me
i’m the one walked his ass down with that drac’
speakin’ on rock, you catch one to the face (uh-uh)
my young n-gga slide like they tryna touch babies (slide)
when you catch you a body, you locked in (locked in)
went to the car i got the glocks in
caught me an opp and i boxed him
i spin the world ’bout my gang, no opps
he got shot at the club, he ain’t get to see the bartender
huh, rookie-ass n-gga
[verse 3: 4l quan]
buh, yeah, [?][2:27]
got the young n-ggas slidin’, sayin’ 4l, shook ’em
got the sh-llcatcher on the 458, f-ck it, let it hang out the window (bah, bah, bah, bah)
lil’ bro ate you for dinner with a knife in his face
i turn on the news, n-gga, that’s a closed case
you get paid for the body, n-gga, have a nice day (on god)
and roll his ass up by the three-five by the way
yeah, if a n-gga try my gang, they get spinned on (we gon’ smoke a n-gga)
smokin’ on this rapper, i can’t hear ’em ’cause these headphones
lil’ quan send a blitz every time, yeah, he dead wrong (bah, bah, bah, bah)
i don’t give a f-ck, you got me f-cked up, you gettin’ spinned on (on god)

- young nudy

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