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letra de shrimp - young nudy

[intro]
yeah, we just say that, we goin’ with the flow, that’s how we do, we can go at it right now (p-ssy-ass n-gga)
(naestro on the track)
p-ssy (p-ssy-ass n-gga)
d-mn
yeah, yeah, yeah, turn up, f-ck n-gga
turn up, f-ck n-gga
what you thought, you the only one strapped, p-ssy-ass n-gga? (hahaha)
f-ck n-gga, yeah (haha, p-ssy-ass n-gga pulled his strap out on me)
you see this big-ass strap on me, p-ssy-ass n-gga
big glock (hahaha)
yeah, n-gga, that lil’-bitty-ass glock, n-gga
you a b-tch, n-gga
yeah (yeah, ea-ski, i run this sh-t, n-gga)
[chorus]
b-tch-ass n-gga with a lil’-bitty glock (lil’-bitty glock), he ain’t gon’ shoot sh-t (d-mn)
how the f-ck you ain’t got one in the head? (what the f-ck?) know you ain’t doin’ sh-t (nah)
n-ggas ain’t totin’ they guns, scared of the feds, slime ain’t doin’ it (never)
b-tch, i keep it on me (yeah), who the f-ck want it? (yeah)
with this chopper chopper, show these b-tches i am don dada (don dada)
shootin’, k!llin’ p-ssy n-ggas, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (that’s my f-ckin’ problem)
i like to pull my mask down and f-ckin’ rob ’em (i got ’em)
my mama always said i need to chill, i got a problem (i can’t)

[verse 1]
now mama, listen to me, i just fell in love with the chopper (fell in love with the stick)
p-ssy n-gga ain’t even play with me, n-gga tried one of my partners (tried one of my partners)
so you know what your son do, man, i pull up and i pop ’em (pull up and i pop ’em)
fell in love with the poppin’ (yeah)
i ain’t had no f-ckin’ papa (had no f-ckin’ papa, you know it)
but i got n-ggas listen to me like i’m dad (like i’m dad)
so my gang about these streets, (yeah) these n-ggas would never understand (never understand)
losing the war? sh-t, slime wouldn’t understand (i ain’t never lost one, n-gga)
got so many choppers in this b-tch, it feel like afghanistan (feel like afghanistan)
i’m dressed in all black (yeah), i’m robbin’, no batman (no batman)
i should’ve been a bald head, they call me the hitman (call me the hitman)
you know i ain’t got no problem usin’ this stick, man (usin’ this stick, man)
i got so much money, i can call up stickman (ayy, stickman, pull up and k!ll him)
he k!llin’ sh-t, he aim, he don’t miss nothin’ (nothin’)
i guess his aim, it must be connected to the money (connected to the money)
’cause ’bout that money, man, this sh-t get locked in (sh-t get locked in)
put his aim on you (yeah), he gon’ pop until you end (pop until you end)
[chorus]
b-tch-ass n-gga with a lil’-bitty glock (lil’-bitty glock), he ain’t gon’ shoot sh-t (d-mn)
how the f-ck you ain’t got one in the head? (what the f-ck?) know you ain’t doin’ sh-t (nah)
n-ggas ain’t totin’ they guns, scared of the feds, slime ain’t doin’ it (never)
b-tch, i keep it on me (yeah), who the f-ck want it? (yeah)
with this chopper chopper, show these b-tches i am don dada (don dada)
shootin’, k!llin’ p-ssy n-ggas, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (that’s my f-ckin’ problem)
i like to pull my mask down and f-ckin’ rob ’em (i got ’em)
my mama always said i need to chill, i got a problem (i can’t)

[verse 2]
back up, backend, come and pick up a backend (backend)
i drop these racks on a p-ssy n-gga head, got young n-ggas ready for the action (they want it)
n-gga talkin’ ’bout war with big slime, boy, you got me laughin’ (haha)
must ain’t heard about the last pack, boy, his ass was gassin’ (let me fire him up real quick)
i was at home kickin’ my sh-t, rollin’ up and laughin’ (uh-huh)
another dollar, ‘nother day when you havin’ (i’m havin’ this sh-t)
you broke, got smoke with me, ayy, catch me somewhere in traffic (catch me somewhere in traffic)
your car better be fast, b-tch boy, i hope you catch me (hope you catch me)
i’m strapped up with these sticks in this b-tch, you know i’m ready (what’s happenin’?)
so many n-ggas that tried this sh-t got sent to heaven (got sent to heaven)
you think you’d be the first n-gga that tried to k!ll the slime? (tried to k!ll the slimeball, you ain’t the first one)
hahahaha, put ’em all in line (i swear)
i can’t even say how many n-ggas really died (not two, hahahaha, ooh)
but i can tell you the main ones that i fried (uhh)
but i ain’t gon’ speak about that sh-t, they know the slime (they know the slime)
hahahaha, they know the slime (yeah)
[chorus]
b-tch-ass n-gga with a lil’-bitty glock (lil’-bitty glock), he ain’t gon’ shoot sh-t (d-mn)
how the f-ck you ain’t got one in the head? (what the f-ck?) know you ain’t doin’ sh-t (nah)
n-ggas ain’t totin’ they guns, scared of the feds, slime ain’t doin’ it (never)
b-tch, i keep it on me (yeah), who the f-ck want it? (yeah)
with this chopper chopper, show these b-tches i am don dada (don dada)
shootin’, k!llin’ p-ssy n-ggas, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (that’s my f-ckin’ problem)
i like to pull my mask down and f-ckin’ rob ’em (i got ’em)
my mama always said i need to chill, i got a problem (i can’t)

- young nudy

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