Friday, August 14, 2020

Young Nudy – That’s Why Lyrics

Young Nudy – That’s Why Lyrics

Young Nudy – That’s Why Lyrics


 


Young Nudy – That’s Why Lyrics



That’s Why by Young Nudy


I got’em, I got’em, I got’em

I got’em, I got’em, I got’em

I got’em, I got’em, I got’em

I got’em, I got’em, I got’em

I got’em, I got’em, I got’em (aw, aw man)

I got’em, I got’em, I got’em [? ]

I got’em, I got’em, I got’em (drank)

I got’em, I got’em, I got’em (i got mine)

I got’em, I got’em, I got’em (i got mine, do you got yours? )

I got’em, I got’em, I got’em (phew)


I got all kinds

All type of sticks and that ain’t no lie

Nigga wanna play, I’ma pull up with fire

Draco, Ar-15 with the beam on

Y’all ain’t wanna play, then stay home (stay home)

Yeah, loaded full, loaded paper, loaded baked potato (yeah)

I got them young niggas ready to blaze ya

Y’all niggas playin’, I turn you to a vapor

More and more money, more and more haters

Sticks-R-Us, they know not to play with us

Grown man shit, nigga, you’s a dummy

Smoking crack rock, nigga, you’s a junky

You like to fall off track, you’s a flunky

Back in the trap all for me, I get money

With the rap shit, nigga, back to my gunnin’

Got my chains on, nigga ain’t taking nothin’

In the booth turned up, nigga, I got money

Tryna have that bitch lit from Monday through Sunday

Loaded, loaded bank account got paper

Loaded, loaded Glock for my hater


Pop in your house like I’m Freddy Krueger

Young nigga, Glock with the Ruger, ooh

I don’t really like to do the Rugers, ooh

Some of y’all niggas do what they gotta do

And they like to do what they gotta do

Paid’em in full just to come and shoot

Boy, you know you through, boy, you know you done

Man, they got the gun, boy, you better run

They don’t wanna hear the gunfire

They don’t wanna see their partner die

They don’t wanna see their mama cry

Pissin’ on your grave when you die

Got no remorse, no lie

Get your get back, yeah, pussy-ass nigga

But you can’t, pussy nigga,’cause you died, yeah (ahaha)

But you can’t, pussy nigga,’cause you died (yeah)


Yeah, I got my dawgs, man, I put shit in the bowl

They ain’t ate in a minute, they’ll shake ya

Yeah, yeah, in Beverly, nigga, this money don’t make us

Yeah, yeah, came from the hood, Ogs didn’t make us

Yeah, fuck is you talkin’bout, nigga? (yeah)

What is they talking’bout? Nothin’, they bluffin’

Talking’bout money but they ain’t getting nothin’

I can see a nigga, y’ain’t doin’ nothin’

Look at your pockets, man, you ain’t got nothin’

I’m like, “Damn, bruh, that don’t make no sense

You ain’t got no money, not even fifty cents

You can’t buy no fucking cigarette or shit

Talking’bout beef, man, put that to a end

I cannot beef with no Jake, not my friend

I’ma chase the money if it ain’t comin’ in

I get more money than I ever did

I had to cut’em off, I finally went in

Keep me a money counter’cause it print

I’m thumbing through money, thumbin’ through this shit

I got these hoes in the trap bent

Dumb and the booted Perc’ kickin’ in

Hit her from the back, now I’m going in

Suck me up, bitch, say hello to my friend

Many, many, many Mac-1s

And the car black tint

Late night, she sucking, fucking

That ain’t nothin’

Thinking’bout the time I had her with her friend

I just reminisce


Pop in your house like I’m Freddy Krueger

Young nigga, Glock with the Ruger, ooh

I don’t really like to do the Rugers, ooh

Some of y’all niggas do what they gotta do

And they like to do what they gotta do

Paid’em in full just to come and shoot

Boy, you know you through, boy, you know you done

Man, they got the gun, boy, you better run

They don’t wanna hear the gunfire

They don’t wanna see their partner die

They don’t wanna see their mama cry

Pissin’ on your grave when you die

Got no remorse, no lie

Get your get back, yeah, pussy-ass nigga

But you can’t, pussy nigga,’cause you died, yeah (ahaha)

But you can’t, pussy nigga,’cause you died (yeah)

all we work for is to satisfy you.