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young nudy - cancer stick no pressure lyrics

[intro: offset]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: offset]
do like i do, n-gg- flip you some money
okay, we really came up from nothing
two hundred that sh-t, the clutch in the foreign
two hundred racks in the trap when i’m touring
thanking the lord when i wake up this morning
christian dior when i’m dressing in garments
yeah, shoot at my targets
yeah, aiming at artists
yeah, trap out the h-llcat charger
you n-gg-s can’t wait to marvel
take your shoes off on my marble
your b-tches got lost in the sauce, off the startle
i pour up the drink and i give her a narco
run with your pack, where is waldo?
look at my history, bags in my bio
migo like cinco de mayo

[verse 1: offset]
migo like cinco de mayo, i got the trap in my bio
yeah, mini fourteen with the drum, i put your -ss on a flyer
uh, n-gg-s out here really b-ms
want take your b-tch, i might buy her
uh, sippin’ on lean like it’s rum, but it do not get me tired
uh, if you gon’ pull out that gun, you better c-ck it and fire
uh, b-tch i came up from a crumb, did this for grandma, she flyin’
uh, you can come still get a one, f-ck it my n-gg-s gon’ jump
uh, saw off the front of the pump, put the gun up to your gum
50k on me lil homie, 100k knock ’em off sandy
b-tches out here need some money
or they dependent on monday
peace to you b-tches like gahndi
one of my friends is a junky, f-ck
get up and get you some money, uh
cookie smell like it is fungus
the bella, the og, the onion, yeah
pull out that fire, now he runnin’
he just caught four to the stomach, uh
he got some blood in his vomit
i cut the cord off your bungee
goyard got racks in abundance
hop on the jet out to london
12 behind me so i punch it

[verse 2: young nudy]
i’m all in texas, all in houston, n-gg- sippin’ on drank
got a whole d-mn paint, n-gg- just cashed on a bank
yeah n-gg-, i got money
yeah b-tch, what you think?
all these b-tches love slimeball, yeah they love the plate
when it come to play, they know how i play
i got money in my pocket plus i got a pocket rocket
n-gg-s think they gon’ stop me, bro i’m c-cked and i’m gon’ pop it
and i don’t do no poppin’, all my guns on poppin’
i just like to pop bodies, yeah i love to see ’em drop it
yeah i like your b-tch, she just popped like a [?]
yeah i’m in her, young n-gg- get in her, yeah
racks on me in the air, yeah
she wanna f-ck for the cheese, yeah
i know you snitchin’, you cheese, yeah
hold on dawg, i don’t even f-ck with that dawg
i’m a real big dawg
roof, n-gg- i step on you dawg
n-gg-s ain’t gettin’ no money, quit flexing
n-gg-s ain’t choppin’ up sh-t, quit flexing
n-gg- been choppin’ up sh-t, no flexing
all this godd-mn money, i’m flexing
blue hundred b-tch, n-gg- know i stay flexing
you ain’t got no money, f-ck n-gg- you flexing n-gg-
meanwhile, while you flexing on another n-gg-‘s b-tch
all these godd-mn hoes on my d-ck
yeah, you need to come check on your b-tch, yeah
all these b-tches, lil b-tch
yeah i got your b-tch on my b-tch, yeah
and i got rich, gettin’ rich, yeah
n-gg- you could never get this, yeah
all this guap on me, yeah
know the big glock on me, yeah
know will pop with me, yeah
please don’t try me b, yeah
and you know i’m big blood
and you know i’m big dawg, yeah
and i know you a b-tch, yeah
and i know you lil dawg
n-gg- do like i do, n-gg- get you some money
n-gg- get you some money
money on your head, my young n-gg-s gunnin’
n-gg-s havin’ discussions, he’s talkin’ ’bout money
n-gg- don’t talk to me p-ssy, it ain’t ’bout no money
yeah n-gg-, don’t talk to me n-gg-, it ain’t ’bout no money n-gg-
ayy man i don’t know what to tell y’all n-gg-s
y’all n-gg-s some broke -ss f-cks man
f-ck you n-gg-s
huh, look at me, copy me n-gg-

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