Young Nudy - Colombian Necktie lyrics

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Young Nudy - Colombian Necktie lyrics

[Intro] We were muhfu*kin' kickin' doors ni**a (Lil' blicky, doo-doo) Upgraded, high point now (Muhfu*kin' TVs and sh*t, ni**a), upgraded, 50, .45 (20Rocket on this beat, so it's gon' knock) Young ni**a cutthroat sh*t, ni**a [Verse] I moved in paradise with Chico, me and G5 (Me and G5) b*tch, we's a always had a lick, you know I'm down to go slide (Down to go slide) Now I'm back on my sh*t and I'm back with my guys (Gang, back with my guys) Used to pull up, kick doors, now I'm home invadin' (Home invadin') Slap a ni**a with the pistol, now his brain pavement (Now his brains pavement) Goddamn, you say that iron, get your mind right (Get your mind right) Know that from a ni**a my momma used to fu*k with (Used to fu*k with) And my auntie named me, yeah, she's a gangster b*tch (She's a gangster b*tch) And my uncle a real robber, love that takin' sh*t (I love that takin' sh*t) And my daddy a real trapper evеn though he left me for a b*tch (Damn) Damn, out hеre on my own on this gangster sh*t (On this gangster sh*t) Growed up, made a lot of enemies, I got guns, make them fold up, okay (Uh-huh) Me and all my ni**a, we was bangin' cutthroat (Yeah) Used to walk through the cut, the Sun Valley shop with Keemo (Damn) Hit me a lick and then I went and shopped with Deebo (Damn) Ain't gon' lie, he used to try to teach me wise (Yeah) Always sayin', "Go to school," but I got kicked out (Damn) Now I'm stuck in the street and my momma kicked me out (Man) Now I'm goin' to haunted house, tryna make a way out (Phew) Started gettin' on them xannies, now I'm feelin' fine (Yeah) Start spazzin' on my b*tches, say I'm trippin' now (Damn) So I went and got on molly, now I'm geeked out (Damn) Neck, bite down, since you geeked on me in BB (Me in BB) They need to free my homie down, he got a 30P (Damn) I took that boot, walked out the door, got in a shootout (Word) Had forgot the other day I took a ni**a tooth (Word) He pulled up in that 'partment, all that fakin' like we cool (Huh?) And I ain't had no straps in two weeks, ni**a, you snooze, you lose (Lose) I snatch it awfully loud then co*k it back and told him, "Move," (Move) My dawg say you slime (Damn), I thought y'all ni**as was cool (Nah) I said, "What that mean?" 'Cause I took him out, he my broom (What?) Nah, fu*k that ni**a, he ain't claimin' what I'm claimin' too (Nah, straight up) fu*k you mean, ni**a? fu*k them ni**as, ni**a (Ah) You trippin', these ni**as ain't with us, ni**a Know how we comin' (EA) I ain't even gon' lie, sh*t, we broad with smoke Built our name up with nothin' but smoke (Yeah) We was hittin' licks, fu*k trappin', where that kick door? (Okay) And I can't lie, shoutout to my ni**a who wanted more And my ni**a talkin' 'bout but he gone, they was trappin', ho And another ni**a who's a opp now, he's a pussy ho Damn, I hate that sh*t had went that way, I miss my buddy, ho (Sqard) Anyway, sh*t, time moves on, know what I'm on Took this sh*t to the west side, couple rulers and pussy, ho Damn, I miss my youngin', he was a hitter (Damn), phew (Damn) I done made somethin' happen for a pussy, damn (Phew), damn They lock me in the jail cell with my career, blam (Blam) Bulletholes, he rockin' with me so this sh*t won't jam (Jam) Oowee, front street, got 'em screamin' "Yeah" (Yeah) 'Cause they b*tch wanna fu*k, yeah Know I'm a Blood, yeah (Yeah) b*tches love a gangster and big slime ball, hell shell Big 4L gang, b*tch, you know who I'm in (Uh-huh) Mr. Zone 6, run this sh*t, Mr. East Atlanta (East Atlanta) Mr. Fire With The Middle Finger, b*tch (EA) Mr. fu*k-Your-Ho, don't take her to Ruth's Chris (Nah) And she lovin' this blue cheese (Yeah) Drop the top and told that lil' b*tch, "You cannot fu*k with me" (Nah, b*tch) And you know I let that sh*t be known, play you, Swiss cheese (Swiss cheese) Know that I'm a shotta so a b*tch can never set up me (Uh-uh) Know I been a robber and I let the b*tch promote my nuts Every time I stick it in, I know I'm diggin' in her guts (Yeah) And I beat your b*tch raw, gave that ho that smack down You ain't have no clue that your b*tch tryna fu*k now (Uh-huh) And I'm still pull up in a Tonka, pocket full of hundreds Get disrespectful with this sh*t and fu*k his baby momma Said I wouldn't be sh*t (Yeah), damn, look at all these commas (Damn) b*tches always call my phone, they wanna hang with my baby momma (Word) Neck, b*tch, I fu*k with, I put too much trust in her (Damn) Gave that b*tch money now think that I'ma fu*k, ni**a (Hold up) Kick that b*tch to the curb when I see a dick, ni**a (Ah, ah) Hit that b*tch a couple times, she love I'm a b*tch-ni**a And I told her, and I showed her, I'ma fu*k her friends I'ma fu*k one in my trap house and I do that sh*t again (Yeah) 'Nother pill kickin' in, gotta fu*k that sh*t again (Ooh) She my pill-poppin' friend, every time I fu*k, I kill that sh*t (Yeah)