Young Nudy - Good Somethin lyrics

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Young Nudy - Good Somethin lyrics

[Intro] It's good somethin' Long sticks, draco, man I like this one, on this one right here bro Slaughter take somethin' Good one [Chorus] Long sticks, dracos, n***a that's good bumpin' Hundreds grams in the bowl, b**h that's good money Jumpin' out the work and b**h I made a lot of money Walkin' down the Bouldercrest, pocket full of hundreds I ain't worryin' 'bout sh**, you talk that sh**, you better live that sh** Talkin' 'bout thirty-two, thirty-two, hut, n***a we be runnin' this sh** Who? smash who and take what? Say what and shoot who? Rob who? ayy f** you n***a [Verse 1] n***a talkin' 'bout Bouldercrest El Chapo We ain't never seen you in Bouldercrest with no chapo n***a come down Bouldercrest, we gon' hit you with that chapo Slime Nudy b**h, I'm Bouldercrest El Chapo Ridin' through magnolia with that dirty stick I got these young n***as, yeah they ready, we on some dirty sh** We on that molly, know we geekin', f** some f** sh** Roll the window down, is that OJ? I'm finna shoot that b**h, yeah n***as be talkin', we pullin' up Chop it out then we hit him up Fifty round clip, we gon' flip him up Catch him down bad and we tie him up n***as you just got some wrestle money Huh? got that Valpo money Take him out n***a, we wipe him out Snip your motherf**in' fingers off [Chorus] Long sticks, dracos, n***a that's good bumpin' Hundreds grams in the bowl, b**h that's good money Jumpin' out the work and b**h I made a lot of money Walkin' down the Bouldercrest, pocket full of hundreds I ain't worryin' 'bout sh**, you talk that sh**, you better live that sh** Talkin' 'bout thirty-two, thirty-two, hut, n***a we be runnin' this sh** Who? smash who and take what? Say what and shoot who? Rob who? ayy f** you n***a [Verse 2] All these n***as talkin' 'bout they buddy the face of East Atlanta Me, [?] motherf**er, and Young Drake [?] of East Atlanta We run this motherf**er, y'all n***as ain't nothin' but undercover You p**y, lil fake a** drug dealers You p**y, lil fake a** street n***a I never seen none of you n***as in the streets None of you n***as walkin' around with that thirty round hangin' at the end of your heat You n***as couldn't move like me Bon appetit, your b**h is a freak and [?] a feast Pa** to my team You know that we treatin' that ho like a screech We switchin' up on her, we switchin' lanes All of my n***as rep Murder Gang Big B's n***a, man you know what I bang S double M be the name Um, rob who and take what? Say who, we shoot what? Take off, that's what what, hah [Chorus] Long sticks, dracos, n***a that's good bumpin' Hundreds grams in the bowl, b**h that's good money Jumpin' out the work and b**h I made a lot of money Walkin' down the Bouldercrest, pocket full of hundreds I ain't worryin' 'bout sh**, you talk that sh**, you better live that sh** Talkin' 'bout thirty-two, thirty-two, hut, n***a we be runnin' this sh** Who? smash who and take what? Say what and shoot who? Rob who? ayy f** you n***a [Outro] Yeah f** you n***a These n***as talkin' 'bout they run Bouldercrest n***a y'all don't run sh** n***a Slim thirty, PDE n***a, Magnolia n***a Y'all know what the f** goin' on n***a We run this motherf**er n***a Straight up and down, from the beginning of Bouldercrest to the end of Bouldercrest n***a f** what you're talkin' 'bout, huh