Testo Shrimp - Young Nudy
Testo della canzone Shrimp (Young Nudy), tratta dall'album Gumbo
Yeah, we just fading
We going with the flow
That's how we do
We not right now
Pussy ass nigga done- Pussy
Pussy ass nigga
Damn
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tighten up, fuck nigga
Tighten up, fuck nigga
What you thought you the only one strapped?
Pussy ass nigga
Fuck nigga
Yeah
You see this big ass strap on me, pussy ass nigga?
Big Glock
Yeah, nigga
That little bitty ass Glock, nigga
Oh, you a bitch, nigga
Yeah, yeah
V-H the shit, I run this shit, nigga
Bitch ass nigga with a little bitty Glock
Little bitty Glock
He ain't gonna shoot shit
Damn
How the fuck you ain't got one in the head?
What the fuck?
No, you ain't doing shit
Nah
Niggas ain't toting they guns, scared of the feds
Slime ain't doing it
Never
Bitch, I keep it on me
Yeah
Who the fuck want it?
Yeah
With this chopper, shorty
Bitch, I am Don Dada
Don Dada
Shooting, killing pussy niggas, that's my fucking problem
That's my fucking problem
I like to pull my mask down and fucking rob them
I got to
My mama always saying I need to chill, I got a problem
Uh, I can't
Now, Mama, listen to me, I just fell in love with the chopper
Fell in love with this stick
Pussy nigga ain't even play with me
Nigga try one of my partners
Try one of my partners
So you know what your son do?
Man, I pull up and I pop him
Pull up and I pop him
Fell in love with the popping
Yeah
I ain't have no fucking papa
Had no fucking papa, you know that
But I got niggas listen to me like I'm dad
Like I'm dad
So much game about these streets, these niggas would never understand
Never understand
For real
Losing the war, shit, Slime wouldn't understand
Ain't never lost one too
Got so many choppers in this bitch, it feel like Afghanistan
Feel like Afghanistan
I'm dressed in all black, I'm robbing, no Batman
No Batman
I should have been a bald head, they call me the hit man
Call me the hit man
You know I ain't got no problem using this stick man
Using this stick man
I got so much money I can call up Stick Man
Hey, Stick Man, pull up and kill them
He killing shit, he aim, he don't miss nothing
Nothing
I guess his aim, it must be connected to the money
Connected to the money
Talk about that money, man, this shit get locked in
Shit get locked in
Put his aim on you, yeah, he going to pop it till the end
Pop it till the end
Bitch ass nigga with a little bitty Glock
Little bitty Glock
He ain't gonna shoot shit
Damn
How the fuck you ain't got one in the head?
What the fuck?
No, you ain't doing shit
Nah
Niggas ain't toting they guns, scared of the feds
Slime ain't doing it
Never
Bitch, I keep it on me
Yeah
Who the fuck want it?
Yeah
With this chopper, shorty
Bitch, I am Don Dada
Don Dada
Shooting, killing pussy niggas, that's my fucking problem
That's my fucking problem
I like to pull my mask down and fucking rob them
I got to
My mama always saying I need to chill, I got a problem
Uh, I can't
Back up, back in, come and pick up a back end
Back end
I drop these racks on a pussy nigga head
Got young niggas ready for the action
They want it
Niggas talking about war with big Slime, boy, you got me laughing
Must ain't heard about the last pack
Boy, his ass was gassing
Let me find more real quick
I was at home kicking my shit, rolling up and laughing
Uh-huh
Another dollar, another day with your cabbie
I'm having this here
You broke, got smoke with me, aye, catch me some where in traffic
Catch me some where in traffic
Your car better be fast
Bitch boy, I hope you catch me
Hope you catch me
I'm strapped up with these sticks in this bitch, you know I'm ready
What's happening?
So many niggas done tried this shit, got sent to heaven
Got sent to heaven
You think you'll be the first nigga that tried to kill the Slime?
Tried to kill the Slime?
No
You ain't the first one
Put 'em all in line
I swear
I can't even say how many niggas really died
Got to
But I can tell you the main ones they done fried
But I ain't gonna speak about that shit, they know the Slime
They know the Slime
They know the Slime
Yeah
Bitch ass nigga with a little bitty Glock
Little bitty Glock
He ain't gonna shoot shit
Damn
How the fuck you ain't got one in the head?
What the fuck?
No, you ain't doing shit
Nah
Niggas ain't toting they guns, scared of the feds
Slime ain't doing it
Never
Bitch, I keep it on me
Yeah
Who the fuck want it?
Yeah
With this chopper, shorty
Bitch, I am Don Dada
Don Dada
Shooting, killing pussy niggas, that's my fucking problem
That's my fucking problem
I like to pull my mask down and fucking rob them
I got to
My mama always saying I need to chill, I got a problem
Uh, I can't
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Writer(s): Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Nicolas Muscadin
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