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17 - Young Nudy (Lyrics)

17 - Young Nudy (Lyrics) Lyrics: [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