nardo – young lord, lyrics
{chorus:}
young nardo
young lord nardo
crucifix around my neck
already paid the car note
know it’s young nardo
young lord nardo
notice that i see you lookin, why you starin so hard bro?
know it’s young nardo
young lord nardo
crucifix around my neck
already paid the car note
know it’s young nardo
young lord nardo
im with exotic women
why you make it look hard bro?
{nardo verse:}
smokin right, roll em tight
that’s why i’m feelin good
really good, grippin wood
in my hood, you should get it understood
rollin up rollin up blunts
do my own do my own stunts
her and her friend
havin some havin some fun
i eat the beat
pick it a- pick it a-part
naked women and i
takin a pic in the dark
making my thoughts into art
throwing my truck into park
hittin the park when it’s dark
i’ll do a lot but no f-ckin with bars
spittin these bars
taking all the shots at the bar
shooting my thoughts up to mars
i don’t believe in sub-par
hole in one
ima show you how it’s done
hollow points got 1234567
loaded up in the mac eleven
doobie ashtray so full so cool like a dude named devin
put all the money in the bag
i’m skirt off in the brand new jag
gotta watch my -ss
hit that blunt 3 times then i p-ss
chillin on the couch with hash
man i see you look and ya lookin for my stash
push me one time, make you take a nap
push me two times, and then the guns clap
went thru some shit then i got a tat
situation critical i’m shootin right back
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{tony laz verse:}
tony with yung nardo
i role up with the cargo
park it in the hoopty
at my crib up in chicago
fake hoes get heart broke
real hoes got that par stroke
hit that hole in one
i made that ho a f-ckin star bro
i’m back up in the condo
i’m back up in these streets
i’m back up with my goon n-gg-s rollin swisher sweet
i’m back up with these block boys bangin with the heat
hoes askin ’bout tha name tony and i’m like yessiree
i bang around the block cuz
the cocaine make my nose rub
f-ck wit me i cut your two thumbs
some n-gg-s know i’m too dumb
when these bars got my tubes wrung
next stop atlanta or tuscon
looks like you bout to lose something
i’m rollin round wit the two some
the two piece
who knew me
would be the man i came to be
haters trying to hate on me
but n-gg-s out here shoot aimlessly
corner hoes come namelessly
i feel like people always grading me
i’m creatively
stating the
fact that i made it b
from a to b
{chorus}
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