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Mp3 Lyrics: Young Nudy - DR. EV4L

 Young Nudy - DR. EV4L Lyrics

[Intro]

Ooh-wee, Slimeball (Huh)

Yeah, Slimeball (Ayy, Mahd, tell ’em turn that noise off)

Okay, I’m doin’ it one time (Ooh-wee, slimeball)

I ain’t—I ain’t—gon’ do this shit no more my nigga (Slimeball, slimeball)


[Chorus]

Nigga want smoke, your nigga can’t get it back (Yeah)

We up four bodies, they not feelin’ that (Nah)

And that pussy ’bout me, I don’t talk about it

I don’t entertain, I get nigga whacked (Whacked)

Mention my name, that how it go down (What)

I get nigga splat, they know that they jacked (What)

Niggas sayin’ that they lookin’ for me, might not look hard enough

You know where I’m at (Know where I’m at)

Fire with a middle finger, know that blatt (Huh)

I got a gun, you playin’, you splat (Yeah)

Turned into a mеmory, nigga, had you on a T-shirt, could turn to a tat (Tell ’em)

Everything I’m sayin’, know that it’s facts (Facts)

Big bankroll on mе, ‘member white-facing niggas but they know that I’m Black

And I’m racist because I like to get that nigga whacked (Whacked)


[Verse 1]

God started blessin’ me

Broke-ass nigga, he cannot stand next to me (Huh)

Nigga, you testin’ me, pull out the gun and tell nigga “R.I.P.” (Yeah)

Now it’s over for him, nigga thought shit was a joke ’til I pull out on him (Yeah)

Know I keep the pole, it like a genie, it make a nigga disappear (For real)

Yeah, now I’m up on ’em (Ooh)

I got more money, I got more bodies than them (Word?)

I can’t fuck with them, they start snitchin’, but we start beefin’ with them (Wow)

Look at buddy broke as hell, I cannot be like them (Damn, boy)

All of the ice and the diamond and gleam (Ooh)

I’m gettin’ money, more pockets of cheese (Loaded)

Smokin’ the grass and my eye is Chinese (Gassy)

Bon Appétit, everybody gon’ eat (Ooh)

Nothing but steak, nothing but lobsters and crab

Gotta feed my whole team (Full)

I’m gettin’ money, my team gotta eat (Why?)

You gettin’ money, your team is so weak

You havin’ money, not fit in your piece (Huh?)

Guess you niggas wasn’t built like me (How that work?)


[Chorus]

Nigga want smoke, your nigga can’t get it back (Yeah)

We up four bodies, they not feelin’ that (Nah)

And that pussy ’bout me, I don’t talk about it

I don’t entertain, I get nigga whacked (Whacked)

Mention my name, that how it go down (What)

I get nigga splat, they know that they jacked (What)

Niggas sayin’ that they lookin’ for me, might not look hard enough

You know where I’m at (Know where I’m at)

Fire with a middle finger, know that blatt (Huh)

I got a gun, you playin’, you splat (Yeah)

Turned into a memory, nigga, had you on a T-shirt, could turn to a tat (Tell ’em)

Everything I’m sayin’, know that it’s facts (Facts)

Big bankroll on me, ‘member white-facing niggas but they know that I’m Black

And I’m racist because I like to get that nigga whacked (Whacked)


[Verse 2]

I keep it real when you niggas don’t (Ah)

I get the money when these niggas can’t (Yeah, nigga)

Fresher nigga when I step in the bank (Cash)

Shoot a motherfucker straight in his face (Wow-wow-wow)

For the money though, keep it real (You know it)

Talk to me, nigga, you know you gettin’ killed (Huh?)

I got them niggas, they love to go kill (Huh?)

Get the money, Call of Duty the field (Yeah)

Battlefield, nigga, I don’t think you ready (What)

I got them gunners, now send ’em to heaven (What)

Listen, back-tie that boy (Okay)

I’m on my grind, they can’t find that boy (Okay)

Try Slimeball, that’s that suicide (What?)

Get on the phone when I line that boy (When I line that boy)

Can’t bring time back, ain’t no gettin’ back (hahaha)


[Chorus]

Nigga want smoke, your nigga can’t get it back (Yeah)

We up four bodies, they not feelin’ that (Nah)

And that pussy ’bout me, I don’t talk about it

I don’t entertain, I get nigga whacked (Whacked)

Mention my name, that how it go down (What)

I get nigga splat, they know that they jacked (What)

Niggas sayin’ that they lookin’ for me, might not look hard enough

You know where I’m at (Know where I’m at)

Fire with a middle finger, know that blatt (Huh)

I got a gun, you playin’, you splat (Yeah)

Turned into a memory, nigga, had you on a T-shirt, could turn to a tat (Tell ’em)

Everything I’m sayin’, know that it’s facts (Facts)

Big bankroll on me, ‘member white-facing niggas but they know that I’m Black

And I’m racist because I like to get that nigga whacked (Whacked)


[Outro]

Them facts, everybody knowin’ that

Fuck you sayin’?


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