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young nudy - dr. ev4l lyrics

[intro]
ooh+wee, slimeball (huh)
yeah, slimeball (ayy, mahd, tell ’em turn that noise off)
okay, i’m doin’ it one time (ooh+wee, slimeball)
i ain’t—i ain’t—gon’ do this sh+t no more my n+gga (slimeball, slimeball)

[chorus]
n+gga want smoke, your n+gga can’t get it back (yeah)
we up four bodies, they not feelin’ that (nah)
and that p+ssy ’bout me, i don’t talk about it
i don’t entertain, i get n+gga whacked (whacked)
mention my name, that how it go down (what)
i get n+gga splat, they know that they jacked (what)
n+ggas sayin’ that they lookin’ for me, might not look hard enough
you know where i’m at (know where i’m at)
fire with a middle finger, know that blatt (huh)
i got a gun, you playin’, you splat (yeah)
turned into a mеmory, n+gga, had you on a t+shirt, could turn to a tat (tell ’em)
everything i’m sayin’, know that it’s facts (facts)
big bankroll on mе, ‘member white+facing n+ggas but they know that i’m black
and i’m racist because i like to get that n+gga whacked (whacked)

[verse 1]
god started blessin’ me
broke+ass n+gga, he cannot stand next to me (huh)
n+gga, you testin’ me, pull out the gun and tell n+gga “r.i.p.” (yeah)
now it’s over for him, n+gga thought sh+t was a joke ’til i pull out on him (yeah)
know i keep the pole, it like a genie, it make a n+gga disappear (for real)
yeah, now i’m up on ’em (ooh)
i got more money, i got more bodies than them (word?)
i can’t f+ck with them, they start snitchin’, but we start beefin’ with them (wow)
look at buddy broke as h+ll, i cannot be like them (d+mn, boy)
all of the ice and the diamond and gleam (ooh)
i’m gettin’ money, more pockets of cheese (loaded)
smokin’ the grass and my eye is chinese (gassy)
bon appétit, everybody gon’ eat (ooh)
nothing but steak, nothing but lobsters and crab
gotta feed my whole team (full)
i’m gettin’ money, my team gotta eat (why?)
you gettin’ money, your team is so weak
you havin’ money, not fit in your piece (huh?)
guess you n+ggas wasn’t built like me (how that work?)
[chorus]
n+gga want smoke, your n+gga can’t get it back (yeah)
we up four bodies, they not feelin’ that (nah)
and that p+ssy ’bout me, i don’t talk about it
i don’t entertain, i get n+gga whacked (whacked)
mention my name, that how it go down (what)
i get n+gga splat, they know that they jacked (what)
n+ggas sayin’ that they lookin’ for me, might not look hard enough
you know where i’m at (know where i’m at)
fire with a middle finger, know that blatt (huh)
i got a gun, you playin’, you splat (yeah)
turned into a memory, n+gga, had you on a t+shirt, could turn to a tat (tell ’em)
everything i’m sayin’, know that it’s facts (facts)
big bankroll on me, ‘member white+facing n+ggas but they know that i’m black
and i’m racist because i like to get that n+gga whacked (whacked)

[verse 2]
i keep it real when you n+ggas don’t (ah)
i get the money when these n+ggas can’t (yeah, n+gga)
fresher n+gga when i step in the bank (cash)
shoot a motherf+cker straight in his face (wow+wow+wow)
for the money though, keep it real (you know it)
talk to me, n+gga, you know you gettin’ k!lled (huh?)
i got them n+ggas, they love to go k!ll (huh?)
get the money, call of duty the field (yeah)
battlefield, n+gga, i don’t think you ready (what)
i got them gunners, now send ’em to heaven (what)
listen, back+tie that boy (okay)
i’m on my grind, they can’t find that boy (okay)
try slimeball, that’s that suicide (what?)
get on the phone when i line that boy (when i line that boy)
can’t bring time back, ain’t no gettin’ back (hahaha)
[chorus]
n+gga want smoke, your n+gga can’t get it back (yeah)
we up four bodies, they not feelin’ that (nah)
and that p+ssy ’bout me, i don’t talk about it
i don’t entertain, i get n+gga whacked (whacked)
mention my name, that how it go down (what)
i get n+gga splat, they know that they jacked (what)
n+ggas sayin’ that they lookin’ for me, might not look hard enough
you know where i’m at (know where i’m at)
fire with a middle finger, know that blatt (huh)
i got a gun, you playin’, you splat (yeah)
turned into a memory, n+gga, had you on a t+shirt, could turn to a tat (tell ’em)
everything i’m sayin’, know that it’s facts (facts)
big bankroll on me, ‘member white+facing n+ggas but they know that i’m black
and i’m racist because i like to get that n+gga whacked (whacked)

[outro]
them facts, everybody knowin’ that
f+ck you sayin’?

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