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young nudy - andy g lyrics

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[intro]
lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant

[verse 1]
ride in the car and it tinted
i got them b-tches
i got them digits
whole lotta money and winning
why is you trippin?
i got this stinky
smoking on stinky
f-ckin yo b-tch i ain’t got no feelings

[chorus]
know that i’m winning
know that i’m getting it
ride in the benz
give me a ticket
whole lotta money
i’ma keep on getting it
y’all keep hating, acting like hoes, crying like b-tches
take yo b-tch, f-ck yo b-tch, you can get yo b-tch back
count the stacks, whole lotta money, b-tch i love big racks
[?], free all my dogs, yeah that’s just real facts
y’all n-gg-s b-tch, n-gg- y’all b-tches snitching on n-gg-s and i hate that

[verse 2]
i always store a fat heat
i f-ck hoes, they freak
smoke big gas, not cheap
yeah my whip not cheap
everything i do, b-tch i do it for me
i don’t do it for them
b-tch i gotta eat
i gotta eat
i gotta make it
i’m not a hater
i’m not a hater
why they be hating cuz they say that i what?
n-gg-s sound crazy be sounding like a fool
i get the money you know that i do
count these blues now i’ma stay true
true to my gang, i don’t know bout you
y’all n-gg-s snitch and that ain’t cool
i don’t give a f-ck, yeah f-ck you too
say f-ck me, well f-ck you too
know that this um what i said
know that you better believe it
n-gg- i’m squeezin, i’m squeezin
is you gon run when i’m squeezin
shoot that, n-gg- i shoot back
n-gg- gon shoot, yeah n-gg- i do that
i don’t get the bullsh-t, yeah slime knew that
f-ck a lot of hoes, all these hoes another groupie
better top, yeah she ain’t not stop
f-ck ya hoe in my gucci flip flops
kicked the b-tch right up out the spot
i got the top from yo b-tch throat
n-gg-s be hating cuz they really some opps
n-gg-s be p-ssy they calling them cops
i call them shooters, i get n-gg-s robbed

[chorus]
know that i’m winning
know that i’m getting it
ride in the benz
give me a ticket
whole lotta money
i’ma keep on getting it
y’all keep hating, acting like hoes, crying like b-tches
take yo b-tch, f-ck yo b-tch, you can get yo b-tch back
count the stacks, whole lotta money, b-tch i love big racks
[?], free all my dogs, yeah that’s just real facts
y’all n-gg-s b-tch, n-gg- y’all b-tches snitching on n-gg-s and i hate that



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