Testo Mini Me - Young Nudy
Testo della canzone Mini Me (Young Nudy), tratta dall'album DR. EV4L
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, man
If it was a shootout, my youngins did it (fuck you mean?)
Yeah (COUPE)
Look in my eye, man, you know I'm gon' spray (yeah)
Nigga didn't know, but today is the day (bah)
Slimeball full, I want his lil' plate (Big Slime)
Bitch-ass boy, know your ass gettin' ate (Big Slime)
I got all these hoes at the base (yeah)
I got all these pills we ate (ooh)
Twerk that ass, bitch, make that shake (twerk that ass)
Smokin' ooh-wee, I feel great (ooh-wee)
I'm so high, can't feel my face (can't feel my face)
Only thing I felt when I was nuttin' on that bitch face (ooh, ooh)
Ooh, that shit there was so great (fuck)
Brought her to my amazing place (wow)
Came a long way from Section 8 (I did)
Yeah, okay (I did)
But it's still hood like Section 8 (woo)
We send hits, nigga (hits)
My youngins do the shootout, that's they shit, nigga (shit)
My homie put a potato on his four-ten (four-ten)
Ain't nothin' but headshots every time he go in (go in)
Get paid right just to handle biz
Lot of money open up his wig (what?)
Split him apart, hit a kid
Keep squeezin', shoot that bitch again (woo)
Kill shit, we'll never end (nah)
Snitch on me, gotta lock me in
Bitch nigga tried to handle folks
They tried to box me in (bitch nigga)
Came out the whip like Rambo, nigga, poppin' shit (yeah)
Homie came out with two Glocks in
The backseat, he on Max Payne shit (ooh)
And we not squeezin' for fun, we aimin'
Opps think they'll catch me slippin' again
What the fuck they thinkin'? (What the fuck?)
Smash off, left somebody stankin'
Call my lawyer
Tell him come pick this money up, it's a situation (yeah)
Prayin' that these niggas don't snitch on me
And they partner don't make it (swear to God)
Throwed off, man, I'm talkin' crazy (yeah)
Slash that, man, I'm talkin' brazy
Bitch nigga, man, you fugazi (bitch nigga)
Niggas out here pump-fakin' like they was
With me when it was time to blaze it (haha)
But this shit okay 'cause Slimeball
Extra paid, I ain't have to pay (nah)
Sometimes, I just wanna spray (yeah)
Sometimes, man, I gotta pay (yeah)
Long as a bitch nigga dead
Then it's good with me, know it's still on my face (yeah)
Play with mine, we gon' step on your face
You ever seen a nigga killed for them faces?
Hitman for the money, he take it (hitman)
Surgical with this shit, no type of training
Yeah (no, sir), I get wicked with this shit, man (yay-ski)
Hop out the bushes, he pull in the driveway
When I hit the MAC, I turn that bitch sideways (grrah, grrah)
Red bandana, yes, it's over my face
Hood on my head and it's tight with the lace (what's brackin', nigga?)
Look in my eye, man, you know I'm gon' spray (yeah)
Nigga didn't know, but today is the day (bah)
Slimeball full, I want his lil' plate (Big Slime)
Bitch-ass boy, know your ass gettin' ate (Big Slime)
I got all these hoes at the base (yeah)
I got all these pills we ate (ooh)
Twerk that ass, bitch, make that shake (twerk that ass)
Smokin' ooh-wee, I feel great (ooh-wee)
I'm so high, can't feel my face (can't feel my face)
Only thing I felt when I was nuttin' on that bitch face (ooh, ooh)
Ooh, that shit there was so great (fuck)
Brought her to my amazing place (wow)
Came a long way from Section 8 (I did)
Yeah, okay (I did)
But it's still hood like Section 8 (woo)
Still ride around with a dirty-ass K (dirty)
On the fool shit all day, tryna play (dumb)
Nigga just listen the sound of my K (listen my K)
Brrrt, yeah
Ka-ka-ka-ka, click-clack, baow, bitch, we ate (pussy)
Up in the stars, we gon' creep with the moon (yeah)
A maniac, nigga, fuck your little goon (murder)
Nigga, you ever went and killed a goon?
Nighttime, turn a wolf to the moon (nighttime)
Hop up on it, we gon' blow all your goons (eat 'em)
Niggas some pigs, we blow through they door
Blowin' all the smoke, they run to them folks (they run to them folks)
Say they with this shit
But shit never show (this shit never show, man)
Your big homie let you down, nigga (what the fuck you mean, nigga?)
I told you
Look in my eye, man, you know I'm gon' spray (yeah)
Nigga didn't know, but today is the day (bah)
Slimeball full, I want his lil' plate (Big Slime)
Bitch-ass boy, know your ass gettin' ate (Big Slime)
I got all these hoes at the base (yeah)
I got all these pills we ate (ooh)
Twerk that ass, bitch, make that shake (twerk that ass)
Smokin' ooh-wee, I feel great (ooh-wee)
I'm so high, can't feel my face (can't feel my face)
Only thing I felt when I was nuttin' on that bitch face (ooh, ooh)
Ooh, that shit there was so great (fuck)
Brought her to my amazing place (wow)
Came a long way from Section 8 (I did)
Yeah, okay (I did)
But it's still hood like Section 8 (woo)
Credits
Writer(s): Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Edward Maclin Cooper Iii
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