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Testo Nun Like This - Young Nudy

Testo della canzone Nun Like This (Young Nudy), tratta dall'album Slimeball

Y'all niggas start actin' like this
Y'all niggas start switching, stop telling
I'm just too real for that shit
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Nah for real
I can't go out like no bitch (I can't go out like no bitch)
I'm just too real for that shit (Just too real)
Ain't no way I turn snitch (Ain't no way I could turn snitch)
I'm just too real for that shit (Nah for real)
Hell naw I ain't no co-defendant (I ain't no co-defendant)
I'm just too real for that shit (Ah-ah)
Mama did not raise no bitch (Hell naw, she ain't raise no bitch)
She just too real for that shit (Nah)
Hell naw (Naw)
Mama ain't raise no bitch (She ain't raise no bitch)
Slimeball, I'm too real for that shit (You know)
They say I ride around with that stick (Yeah, I ride around with that 30)
Hundred round drum, ooh I get to clappin' (Ah-ah)
Have you flippin' like a brick (Like a bricky, yeah, lil' nigga)
Young gymnastic whip the brick, I do magic (Magic, wow)
Yeah, I disappear with your shit (Yeah, I disappear with your, wow)
Slimeball, running off with all these niggas' shit (I'm runnin')
Niggas be talking like hoes
Switching just like some clothes (Clothes)
Guess what, I ain't worrying about that shit (Hell naw)
I ain't going out like no bitch, yeah (I ain't going out like no bitch)
Don't be mad if I fuck your bitch (Is that your bitch?)
Niggas be acting like this (This)
I wasn't raised like no bitch (Bitch)
Niggas like to turn and fold (Fold)
Guess a nigga turned a snitch (Snitch)
And all these rats eat cheese (Cheese)
And they ain't built nun' like this (Like this)
I'm just too real for that shit (Nah for real)
I'm just too real for that shit (For that shit)
I'm just too real for that shit (Nah for real)
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
I'm just too real for that shit (Nah for real)
I can't go out like no bitch (I can't go out like no bitch)
I'm just too real for that shit (Nah for real)
Ain't no way I turn snitch (Ain't no way I could turn snitch)
I'm just too real for that shit (Nah for real)
Hell naw I ain't no co-defendant (Hell naw, I ain't no co-defendant)
I'm just too real for that shit (Nah, just too real)
Mama did not raise no bitch (She ain't raise no bitch)
She just too real for that shit
Big blunt rollin', I stay smokin' (Gas)
Yeah, you might just catch me with your bitch (Your bitch)
Say slime be kickin' that shit (Yeah, you and lil' slime, kickin' that shit, yeah)
You know slime, yeah I do be kickin' that shit (That way)
Nigga you work in the other one (Other one)
Yeah, you fuckin' with the other ones (Other ones)
Nah, we gon' slime your ass real quick (Slime)
I might hit him with the stick (Might they hit him with the stick)
Hell naw, cause he ain't rockin' like this (Naw)
Hell yeah, I'm real right (Real right)
Right flag to the right (Real right)
Red flag to the right (To the right)
Y'all niggas ain't right (Right)
Some niggas getting left (Left)
Left, down down bad (Ah)
Leave a nigga down bad (Ah, wow, slime)
With this hundred round, hit his ass real quick (Real quick)
You actin' like a bitch (They actin' like a bitch)
Guess you niggas weren't built nun' like this (Like this)
You don't want this shit (Nah, nah, you don't want this shit)
Guess you niggas weren't built nun' like this (Slime)
You know I am a real form from the streets you know (Wow, mmh)
They ain't built nun' like this
I'm just too real for that shit (Go ask your bitch)
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
I'm just too real for that shit (Go ask your bitch)
I can't go out like no bitch (I can't go out like no bitch)
I'm just too real for that shit (Just too real)
Ain't no way I turn snitch (Ain't no way Ima turn snitch)
I'm just too real for that shit
Hell naw I ain't no co-defendant (Nah, what I do that shit?)
I'm just too real for that shit (I'm on)
Mama did not raise no bitch (Nah, he don't know 'bout myself)
She just too real for that shit (Ah)
Y'all niggas stop actin' like bitches
Y'all niggas stop switchin', stop tellin'
For real
Y'all niggas start doing dirty by yourself, you know?
You can't tell on yourself
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)



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Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks, Quantavious Tavario Thomas
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