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letra de pancake - young nudy

[intro]
mhm (coupe)
work, birk’
birky, perky (yeah)
okay

[chorus]
splat, pull up in the ‘cat (nyoom)
whole neighborhood see that i got racks (that i got racks)
never told on a n-gga, not a rat (not a rat)
do some foul sh-t, my n-gga, boy, get wacked (boy, get wacked)
all that clown sh-t (brrrr), gun you down quick (gun you down quick, whew)
laughing with the stick (i’m laughing), blast a lot of sh-t (i did)
and when i blast, i don’t miss (uh-uh)
young rich shooter sh-t (young shooter)
glock, no ruger, b-tch (no rugers)
[verse 1]
baby want a birky, slime just want a perky (perky)
i’m in the trap, i’m just working (i’m just working)
bad ass lil’ b-tch, she stay flirting (uh-huh)
i can tell she just want to suck me (yeah)
i’m just f-ckin’, ain’t no lovin’
i’m lovin’ all this f-ckin’ money (f-ckin’ money)
baby, i can’t never cuff you
we can kick it, i won’t trust you (i won’t trust you)
you ain’t f-cking, get up out the spot (get out b-tch), baby girl, i’ma rush you (d-mn)
and this chopper right here by my side (this chopper), i got this b-tch from russia (russia)
and we sipping real lean in this spot, it ain’t no robitussin (‘tussin)
and i know you like a rich n-gga (yeah), that’s why you wanna f-ck me (wanna f-ck me)

[verse 2]
counting a hundred right here in her face (yeah)
she never seen this much before, ’til that b-tch came and hang with the gang
i’m stylist for n-gga done changed
you get no money? she tell you, “you lame”
you thinkin’ you got her, that b-tch really trained
she like all the ice and the instagram fame (ice, yeah)
you know how i got it, you know i’m not lame
you know i be ballin’, this sh-t is a game (game)
you know that she did it ’cause she love my name
hundreds and fifties, you know that my main
stack ’bout a hundred, i gotta maintain
so many blue hunnas got to my name
i walk in the club, i’m making it rain
throw a lil’ dub, this sh-t not a thing (this sh-t not a thing)
that’s the lil’ sh-t i’d put on your brain (p-ssy)
sit around and n-gga think about that (think about that)
brainstormin’ ’bout some money, n-gga, i don’t want to bust some racks (bust some racks)
keepin’ it real with myself, i’m telling myself all the facts (facts, n-gga)
that n-gga had played, he wack, facts (facts)
[chorus]
splat, pull up in the ‘cat (nyoom)
whole neighborhood see that i got racks (that i got racks)
never told on a n-gga, not a rat (not a rat)
do some foul sh-t, my n-gga, boy, get wacked (boy, get wacked)
all that clown sh-t (brrrr), gun you down quick (gun you down quick, whew)
laughing with the stick (i’m laughing), blast a lot of sh-t (i did)
and when i blast, i don’t miss (uh-uh)
young rich shooter sh-t (young shooter)
glock, no ruger, b-tch (no rugers)

[verse 3]
do some sh-t, can’t come back from that sh-t, you know i’m with (i’m with it)
money, go and get (i get it)
rob him for his brick (his brick, brrrr)
got yo’ dawg with you, you know what that is, it’s a split (split)
but he actin’ b-tch (b-tchy)
he ain’t goin’ in the spot with you, so you kept the sh-t, like f-ck him (kept the sh-t, n-gga)

[outro]
f-ck him (f-ck him, n-gga)
that’s what i do every time (p-ssy n-gga)
f-ck you

- young nudy

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