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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Quantavious T. Thomas
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter:in
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Coupe
Coupe
Produzent:in
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Mischtechniker:in
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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(COUPE) Make sure that you re-up (damn) I remember I was buyin' them bells of Reefa (damn) I was tryna hold it down with my people (damn) Nigga, fuckin' up the money, we not equal (nah) I don't need nobody help, goin' fuckin' up this paper (yeah) Watch my back 'fore the feds try to shake them (try and shake them) Got them eyes, back of my head for my haters (for my haters) Niggas try to fake and dap you down, that's not gangsta (that's not gangsta) Inside, no love (yeah), outside, it's love (it's love) I get more love than people, that ain't even my people (ain't my people) Tried to treat us all the same, don't you make me eat you (make me eat you) Been like this before the fame, this for all my people (for all my people) Think I still won't let it slang, bro, don't make me peep you (don't make me peep you) You know I'm a creeper, they know I'm a steppa' (I'm a steppa') I ain't gotta show it (nah), save that for the flexer (flex) Ready to go blow it (I am), put it on whoever Money that I'm countin', man, this shit will make me feel better (money that I'm countin') Downin' all these drugs, man, I thought I was gon' feel better (drugs) Hit 'em with a slug, took his life, now that's a shell catcher Catch you, know I am a real soul snatcher Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Very active Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Permanent blaster Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Before and after, word Yeah, yeah, yeah, word, yeah, yeah Robber, trapper Make sure that you re-up (damn) I remember I was buyin' them bells of Reefa (damn) I was tryna hold it down with my people (damn) Nigga, fuckin' up the money, we not equal (nah) I don't need nobody help, goin' fuckin' up this paper (yeah) Watch my back 'fore the feds try to shake them (try and shake them) Got them eyes, back of my head for my haters (for my haters) Niggas try to fake and dap you down, that's not gangsta (that's not gangsta) I'm still in this shit forever (yeah), show me love (love) Swear that I'ma show it better (yeah), want a dub? (Dub) Money make 'em feel better (yeah), help 'em up (help 'em) 'Lotta niggas down bad, ain't comin' up (oh well) Think before you go and crash (yeah), it's not enough (not enough) If it is a hunnid bands (yeah), I'll tell your tough (luck) Run it up, don't you go fuck it up (fuck it up) Make some money, double up Profit going, put it up (put it up) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (that's on blood), yeah, yeah I'm the wickest (I'm the wickest, nigga) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm the richest Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm the richest 'round this motherfucker, nigga) You niggas is bitches (bitches nigga, pussy niggas) Yeah, yeah, yeah, word, yeah, yeah Solid, slime ain't never switchin' (bever) Make sure that you re-up (damn) I remember I was buyin' them bells of Reefa (damn) I was tryna hold it down with my people (damn) Nigga, fuckin' up the money, we not equal (nah) I don't need nobody help, goin' fuckin' up this paper (yeah) Watch my back 'fore the feds try to shake them (try and shake them) Got them eyes, back of my head for my haters (for my haters) Niggas try to fake and dap you down, that's not gangsta (that's not gangsta) And I don't need nobody tryna tell me nothin' About how I feel and how I handle my business
Writer(s): Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Edward Maclin Cooper Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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