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young nudy - save myself lyrics

[intro: young nudy]
do you got it?
yeah, boy, yeah, boy, yeah, boy, yeah, boy, yeah, boy, yeah, boy
where your bl!ck, huh? (n+gga)
where your bl!ck? where your bl!ck? where your bl!ck? where your bl!ck? where your bl!ck? where your bl!ck? do you got it? (where your bl!ck at, n+gga? stop playin’ with me, dude)

[chorus: young nudy]
without my stick, where would i be?
i love my glizzy, man, it saved me plenty times out in these streets
i’m never duckin’ when it’s heat
you know ’bout slime, he love that beef
you wanna play, i love to eat
you lookin’ for me, i’m in them streets
i’m on the block, i’m on bc (n+gga)
this sh+t before christ, p+ssy n+gga, don’t you f+ckin’ play with me
i be worshippin’ my gun, i be prayin’ to my heat
y’all don’t do this sh+t for fun like i usually be in them streets
i can count a honey bun, drop that sh+t right on your feet (p+ssy)

[verse 1: young nudy]
i’m walkin’ in the club, five n+ggas, they surround me (surround me)
thirties under they shirts, say some sh+t and you’ll be drowning (in blood)
in your blood like it’s mud
and i’m sippin’ sh+t, no sud
blues on me just like a smurf, n+ggas think i’m crippin’, fool
boy, i got n+ggas screamin’, “blatt,” screamin’, “soo+woo” (soo+woo)
i’m in watts, in la with the damus (damus)
take a jet to nyc, i’m in soundview (soundview)
paradise the murder zone, where they found you? (murder)
i’m runnin’ ’round like some hounds and we sniffin’ for some blood
i remember i would shoot a crip n+gga ’cause i’m blood
i remember i was robbin’, i got it out the mud
i was around when you had to catch one to bang blood
n+gga don’t know ’bout murder (murder)
haven’t committed a murder (a murder)
go to h+ll, you tell
uh, free the real n+ggas in jail (jail)
i done paid some bails (bails, huh?)
oh, yeah, i will make them n+ggas cause h+ll (cause h+ll)
[chorus: young nudy]
without my stick, where would i be?
i love my glizzy, man, it saved me plenty times out in these streets
i’m never duckin’ when it’s heat
you know ’bout slime, he love that beef
you wanna play, i love to eat
you lookin’ for me, i’m in them streets
i’m on the block, i’m on bc (n+gga)
this sh+t before christ, p+ssy n+gga, don’t you f+ckin’ play with me
i be worshippin’ my gun, i be prayin’ to my heat
y’all don’t do this sh+t for fun like i usually be in them streets
i can count a honey bun, drop that sh+t right on your feet (p+ssy)

[verse 2: babydrill]
drop that sh+t right on the table, the love i got, they’ll do it for free (love i got)
pull up, two guns bangin’ for pete
b+tch, ain’t sh+t bigger than the b (uh)
walked in, thigh pad, bankroll bustin’ out amiri jeans (on b’s)
n+ggas big mad ’cause i done put they big dog on a tee (ooh+wee)
i wanna swat somethin’ on atv (swat somethin’)
all this ice on my neck, thought i pulled up, ski
built this switch on the back of the g+lock, spray sh+t down like i’m sprayin’ on creed (brrt)
ten millimeter put a hole in a knee (ten mil’)
yeah, turn brain cells to mac and cheese
for them n+ggas that thinkin’ they out of my reach, sh+t, i can get a n+gga touched overseas (can get ’em touched)
just sent out the memo
can’t catch your mans, then we catchin’ his kinfolk
i had to dunk you with that nine, brrt, bet that joint named rondo (rondo)
i love s+x, money, and murder, n+gga (murder)
think i’m from new york, the way i work that bl!ck, how i get st+rdy with it (st+rdy)
i know convicted felons with dirty pistols
from mlk to gresham road (mlk)
1900 to flat shoals (1900)
i done sent more blitzes than john madden and threw more bullets than pat mahomes
wwe, i smack sh+t, talkin’ ’bout big show
big bl!ck up on my waist (bl!cky), try the drill, watch how i blow
[chorus: young nudy]
without my stick, where would i be?
i love my glizzy, man, it saved me plenty times out in these streets
i’m never duckin’ when it’s heat
you know ’bout slime, he love that beef
you wanna play, i love to eat
you lookin’ for me, i’m in them streets
i’m on the block, i’m on bc (n+gga)
this sh+t before christ, p+ssy n+gga, don’t you f+ckin’ play with me
i be worshippin’ my gun, i be prayin’ to my heat
y’all don’t do this sh+t for fun like i usually be in them streets
i can count a honey bun, drop that sh+t right on your feet (p+ssy)

[outro: young nudy]
uh (uh), uh (f+ck ’em), i’m so motherf+ckin’ zone 6, b+tch, yeah
uh, uh, i’m so motherf+ckin’ zone 6, b+tch, yeah
uh, uh, i’m so motherf+ckin’ zone 6, b+tch, yeah
uh, uh, i’m so motherf+ckin’ zone 6, b+tch

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