Friday, August 14, 2020

Blue Cheese Salad by Young Nudy

Blue Cheese Salad by Young Nudy

Lyrics Blue Cheese Salad by Young Nudy

 



Blue Cheese Salad by Young Nudy


(eat’em up, eat’em up, eat’em up, eat’em up, eat’em up, eat’em up)

Haha

I told you, I only make stoner music

Gangster music, killer music

Fuck your ho music, take your ho music (coupe)

Yeah


She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (roll up)

She wasn’t fuckin’ with me when I ain’t have shit, but she want this (yeah)

All this money that I’m gettin’, I ain’t givin’ shit (yeah)

I be in the trap spot countin’ up, tryna add it (yeah)

Fuck a ho, won’t blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (yeah)

Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I’m livin’ lavish (yeah)

I’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad

Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (yeah)


Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (bah-bah)

Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please

Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G

Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep

Wake that bitch up on a Perky

Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin’

Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin’

Fuck you so good, I swear I won’t hurt it

Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin

Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin’

Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it

Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it

Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only

Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn’t want me

Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies

Let in my bed nothin’ but bad bitches only

Fuck on a thot, suck me up, I don’t want her

Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her

I’ma keep this shit one hundred, yeah, y’all niggas not one hundred, yeah


She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (yeah)

She wasn’t fuckin’ with me when I ain’t have shit, but she want this (yeah)

All this money that I’m gettin’, I ain’t givin’ shit (bitch)

I be in the trap spot countin’ up, tryna add it (add it)

Fuck a ho, won’t blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (yeah)

Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I’m livin’ lavish (yeah)

I’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad

Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese


Nigga wanna kill’bout a bitch (yes, sir)

Nah, nigga, I don’t want her, yeah

And I’m real’bout this shit, nigga

Nah, nigga, I ain’t Gunna, yeah (nah)

I got lot of bitches’round my way (lot of’em)

All these hoes head-hunters (hunters)

And I’m big time stunner, yeah (stunner)

When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (yeah)

Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (yeah)

Runnin’ the streets, I would lie to my mama (what? )

They was tellin’ her that I was bustin’ guns

I was tellin’ mama, “Uh-uh, uh-uh” (no, uh-uh)

Keep this shit one hundred, yeah

I was raised by mama, yeah

Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah

Thirteen, carryin’ that thunder, yeah

Mama had kicked me out the house’cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (uh-uh)

Now I’m in the streets, hot summer, yeah (summer)

Kick a nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (mama)

Robbed my first nigga for a hundred, yeah (hundred)

I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K

Nigga, that’s a real hundred, yeah (yes, sir)


She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (yeah)

She wasn’t fuckin’ with me when I ain’t have shit, but she want this (yeah)

All this money that I’m gettin’, I ain’t givin’ shit (bitch)

I be in the trap spot countin’ up, tryna add it (yeah)

Fuck a ho, won’t blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (yeah)

Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I’m livin’ lavish (yeah)

I’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad

Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (blue cheese)


Uh, yeah

Hahahaha

The fuck, nigga?

Hah, bitch, yeah

all we work for is to satisfy you.