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young nudy - you see it lyrics

[intro]
uh+huh
it’s tight, the word
yeah, you see
(20rocket on this beat, so it’s gon’ knock)

[chorus]
you see this motherf+ckin’ ice on my wrist, b+tch (all this ice)
you see these diamonds always motherf+ckin’ glisten (always glisten)
you see that bad b+tch, she always ridin’ with me (alway’ with me)
you see that gun, man, that sh+t stick with me (stick with me)
it’s 30+round and it’s motherf+ckin’ stickin’ (and stickin’)
i hope you all bad, n+gga, no, you can’t get it (no, you can’t get it)
i count this money with no motherf+ckin’ feelings (with no feelings)
i put a n+gga on a+, pfff, go get it (yeah)

[verse]
drop it off in the hood and they run it up (run it up)
bank it back, never profits, so i’m turnin’ up (so i’m turnin’ up)
i ain’t never fallin’ off, ’cause i’m two up (two up)
and your b+tch wanna hang, ’cause she see what’s up (what’s up?)
i’m a gang round here, let me throw it up (throw it up)
put this sh+t in her face, she gon’ suck me up (4l)
just for thе ’cause, n+gga, and you broke as f+ck (d+mn)
guess why your hoе don’t wanna f+ck with you (d+mn)
you see a baller, pff
i’m a baller (i’m a baller)
not a staller (not a staller)
they not hear her phone her, you know that i’ma call her (i’ma call her)
if i don’t call her, you know she h+rny for the slime
she gon’ ball me (straight up)
[chorus]
you see this motherf+ckin’ ice on my wrist, b+tch (all this ice)
you see these diamonds always motherf+ckin’ glisten (always glisten)
you see that bad b+tch, she always ridin’ with me (alway’ with me)
you see that gun, man, that sh+t stick with me (stick with me)
it’s 30+round and it’s motherf+ckin’ stickin’ (and stickin’)
i hope you all bad, n+gga, no, you can’t get it (no, you can’t get it)
i count this money with no motherf+ckin’ feelings (with no feelings)
i put a n+gga on a+, pfff, go get it (yeah)

[verse]
this money got the n+gga gassed up to bust ya’
and it’s out of country with this sticky b+tch straight russia
bullets gon’ to touch ya’
broke+ass opp, need to hush ya’, yeah (yeah)
n+gga, get your weight up
slimeball, b+tch, havin’ paper
and i came a long way from bustin’ them k’s, get k’s up
ammunition, we been up, all our guns
hold my 30+round, n+gga know it’s plus
and that plate on the street, n+gga, know they get ate up
yeah, just like the flavor, i’ma smoke it like vapor
and you know i count it different colors, all type of paper
every day i make haters, more money, i make more haters
all them n+ggas steady stallin’, man, i cannot never wait up
yeah (phew), now i got my weight up (phew)
yeah, runnin’ through this paper
yeah, stylin’ friends, i’m slimeball, could never see a hater
only thing i see is paper
[chorus]
you see this motherf+ckin’ ice on my wrist, b+tch (all this ice)
you see these diamonds always motherf+ckin’ glisten (always glisten)
you see that bad b+tch, she always ridin’ with me (alway’ with me)
you see that gun, man, that sh+t stick with me (stick with me)
it’s 30+round and it’s motherf+ckin’ stickin’ (and stickin’)
i hope you all bad, n+gga, no, you can’t get it (no, you can’t get it)
i count this money with no motherf+ckin’ feelings (with no feelings)
i put a n+gga on a+, pfff, go get it (yeah)

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