17 - Young Nudy (Lyrics)

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17 - Young Nudy (Lyrics)

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[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
D on double G C's, C's, C's, C's
I'm from PDE, E, E, E
Nigga thought that chopper should have been some money, makin'
Hangin' with the robbers and the mobbers, cleanin' the street
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Keep it two-three
Why I come from, you better keep your two-two-three
Young gang go dumb, he'll smoke your ass, he's seventeen
He got a switch on his Glock seventeen

[Verse 1]
Glock green beans, turn the opps' watch to a screen bean
Hope you talkin' mean, 'cause my shooter shoot your whole team
We give a nigga head-taps and turn your ass to "means"
We terrorize the whole city, peace for on the streets
Politics, I deal with a lot of it, a lot of it
Lil' baby in Georgia 555 the way we droppin' shit
Hate when niggas hatin', all they talkin' shit
Too much rappin', ain't no slime, I don't wanna hear that shit

[Chorus]
D on double G C's, C's, C's, C's
I'm from PDE, E, E, E
Nigga thought that chopper should have been some money, makin'
Hangin' with the robbers and the mobbers, cleanin' the street
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Keep it two-three
Why I come from, you better keep your two-two-three
Young gang go dumb, he'll smoke your ass, he's seventeen
He got a switch on his Glock seventeen

[Verse 2]
Yeah, bitch, I'm on her mind, you can hear that shit
I screen record all the time when she suck my dick
No, I'm on your mind, 'cause I hit your bitch
Nigga want to kill me 'bout a vibe, ain't that that some shit
Nigga 'bout to kill me 'bout a vibe, ain't that that some shit
D'd know to get some money 'fore you wear my slime, everybody had that bitch
Nigga be thinkin' just 'cause they be lookin' fine, bitch ain't suckin' dick
I ain't never put no trush, my bitch don't mind me, I just feel like this

[Chorus]
D on double G C's, C's, C's, C's
I'm from PDE, E, E, E
Nigga thought that chopper should have been some money, makin'
Hangin' with the robbers and the mobbers, cleanin' the street
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Keep it two-three
Why I come from, you better keep your two-two-three
Young gang go dumb, he'll smoke your ass, he's seventeen
He got a switch on his Glock seventeen