Young Nudy - DR. EV4L lyrics

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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 ni**a (Slimeball, slimeball) [Chorus] ni**a want smoke, your ni**a can’t get it back (Yeah) We up four bodies, they not feelin’ that (Nah) And that pussy ’bout me, I don’t talk about it I don’t entertain, I get ni**a whacked (Whacked) Mention my name, that how it go down (What) I get ni**a splat, they know that they jacked (What) ni**as 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, ni**a, 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 ni**as but they know that I’m Black And I’m racist because I like to get that ni**a whacked (Whacked) [Verse 1] God started blessin’ me Broke-ass ni**a, he cannot stand next to me (Huh) ni**a, you testin’ me, pull out the gun and tell ni**a “R.I.P.” (Yeah) Now it’s over for him, ni**a 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 ni**a 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 fu*k with them, they start snitchin’, but we start beefin’ with them (Wow) Look at buddy broke as hell, I cannot be like them (Damn, 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 ni**as wasn’t built like me (How that work?) [Chorus] ni**a want smoke, your ni**a can’t get it back (Yeah) We up four bodies, they not feelin’ that (Nah) And that pussy ’bout me, I don’t talk about it I don’t entertain, I get ni**a whacked (Whacked) Mention my name, that how it go down (What) I get ni**a splat, they know that they jacked (What) ni**as 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, ni**a, 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 ni**as but they know that I’m Black And I’m racist because I like to get that ni**a whacked (Whacked) [Verse 2] I keep it real when you ni**as don’t (Ah) I get the money when these ni**as can’t (Yeah, ni**a) Fresher ni**a when I step in the bank (Cash) Shoot a motherfu*ker straight in his face (Wow-wow-wow) For the money though, keep it real (You know it) Talk to me, ni**a, you know you gettin’ killed (Huh?) I got them ni**as, they love to go kill (Huh?) Get the money, Call of Duty the field (Yeah) Battlefield, ni**a, 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] ni**a want smoke, your ni**a can’t get it back (Yeah) We up four bodies, they not feelin’ that (Nah) And that pussy ’bout me, I don’t talk about it I don’t entertain, I get ni**a whacked (Whacked) Mention my name, that how it go down (What) I get ni**a splat, they know that they jacked (What) ni**as 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, ni**a, 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 ni**as but they know that I’m Black And I’m racist because I like to get that ni**a whacked (Whacked) [Outro] Them facts, everybody knowin’ that fu*k you sayin’?