Testo Influencer - Young Nudy
Testo della canzone Influencer (Young Nudy), tratta dall'album Anyways
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First of all, I want you to put your middle fingers up
And tell everybody that said fuck you
Fuck 'em back (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
Just bless, they bitch (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
Bitch, get you some money (Huh, huh)
Yeah, how did you do it? (Yeah)
How did I do it? Bitch, this how I do it (What?)
I came from the bottom, bitch, I had to do it (What?)
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it (What?)
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it (What?)
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it (What?)
Choppers on deck, you know I influence (Choppers)
Glocks on deck, you know I influence (Yeah)
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it (Do it)
We shootin' and robbin', only thing we doin' (Yeah)
She bouncin' and suckin', only thing she doin' (Damn)
She say she want money, something I ain't doing (What?)
Sniffin' these drugs and smoking baby, baby (Baby)
I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady (My lady)
I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no, baby (Uh-uh)
You fuck with me, baby, hold the Glock.380 (Yeah)
Them bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady (Yeah)
I got the Percocet, it's straight from the gravy (Woo)
I be sippin' drank, I'm smoking the greatest (Ooh)
I feel like Flavor Flav 'cause I got the flavor (Flavor)
Knock a nigga out like Flo by the paper (Yeah)
Stunner frames on, I cannot see no haters (Damn, hater, I can't)
Yeah (Yeah)
Ayy, give me them stunner frames, man
Give me them stunner frames (Yeah)
Give me that glizzy (Yeah)
Hold on, nah, keep the glizzy, give that to the shooter
Yeah, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree
Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree
Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree, Bree)
Give me the bankroll
Give him a piece of the bankroll, so when
Somebody act wrong, he keep that (Yeah)
Inhale the evil, evil (Phew)
I'm smoking on the devil, yeah (Devil)
Play with me, get the shovel, yeah (Shovel)
Bitch, this that heavy metal, slime (Heavy metal)
I got more money than these niggas thought (Damn)
And these niggas ain't gettin' money, where they thought? (Damn)
I kicked the bitch out my whip and then she walked
You know I'm a boss and bitches like to stalk (Yeah)
The quarterback move the pack, I'm Michael Vick (Yeah)
They tryna catch me and my dog on a lick (What?)
They wanna see a nigga locked up in a cage (Yeah)
We blitzin' the opps, shoot this shit for the grave (Slatt)
We boys in the hood, we don't fuck with
No trade (We don't fuck with no trade)
You hop out the whip, we don't got nothin' to say (Skrrt, skrrt)
We blow your back out with the shotty like Ricky (Yeah)
We keep it rock solid like shotty, no snitchin' (Yeah, yeah)
Choppers on deck, you know I influence (Choppers)
Glocks on deck, you know I influence (Yeah)
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it (Do it)
We shootin' and robbin', only thing we doin' (Yeah)
She bouncin' and suckin', only thing she doin' (Damn)
She say she want money, something I ain't doing (What?)
Sniffin' these drugs and smoking baby, baby (Baby)
I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady (My lady)
I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no, baby (Uh-uh)
You fuck with me, baby, hold the Glock.380 (Yeah)
Them bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady (Yeah)
I got the Percocet, it's straight from the gravy (Woo)
I be sippin' drank, I'm smoking the greatest (Ooh)
I feel like Flavor Flav 'cause I got the flavor (Flavor)
Knock a nigga out like Flo by the paper (Yeah)
Stunner frames on, I cannot see no haters (Damn, hater)
They freed my nigga Yo, they tryna give him twenty
Tryna cut it, tryna make him go against me
Fuck with that boy, shawty, really served the realest
Couple niggas out here turned into some bitches
Couple niggas folk with turned into some snitches
But it's like that, I'm living, built for it
Jump in the water, nigga, head for it
Came in sloppy with the stick, no dive board (Dive board)
Started cutthroat in the middle of the court (Yeah)
We PD 4L, bitch nigga, of course (Of course)
These niggas switchin' like they never had a choice (Huh?)
Hid it in your voice, you's a bitch, boy (Damn)
This gangster shit, a lot of niggas
Ain't built for it (Ain't built for it)
Lot of niggas ain't built for it
That stick poke like pitchfork (Like a pitchfork)
Get you a cap and gown
Ain't no rapping, my nigga, we steppin' now (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm not no other rapper
Send your way, then them shooters gon' gun you down (Blah, blah)
Heard around town, bitch, I run the town (Yeah)
Yeah, the Bermuda my stomping ground (Yeah)
Where the bitch niggas don't come around (Yeah)
Your big homie not gangster, he's a clown (Yeah)
I got the AK-47, got the slime, make a
Pussy nigga frown (Give me that, pussy)
Choppers on deck, you know I influence (Choppers)
Glocks on deck, you know I influence (Yeah)
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it (Do it)
We shootin' and robbin', only thing we doin' (Yeah)
She bouncin' and suckin', only thing she doin' (Damn)
She say she want money, something I ain't doing (What?)
Sniffin' these drugs and smoking baby, baby (Baby)
I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady (My lady)
I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no, baby (Uh-uh)
You fuck with me, baby, hold the Glock.380 (Yeah)
Them bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady (Yeah)
I got the Percocet, it's straight from the gravy (Woo)
I be sippin' drank, I'm smoking the greatest (Ooh)
I feel like Flavor Flav 'cause I got the flavor (Flavor)
Knock a nigga out like Flo by the paper (Yeah)
Stunner frames on, I cannot see no haters (Damn, hater)
Strong arm you fuck niggas, uh
Y'all fuck niggas, huh
I got more money than you
Hahahaha, lil' fuck nigga
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Peter Orvosh, Tariq Sharrieff, Quantavious Tavario Thomas
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