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Young Nudy - Colombian Necktie lyrics

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Colombian Necktie by Young Nudy

We were muhf**kin' kickin' doors nigga (Lil' blicky, doo-doo)
Upgraded, high point now (Muhf**kin' TVs and sh*t, nigga), upgraded, yeah, [?] .45
(20Rocket on this beat, so it's gon' knock)
Young nigga cutthroat sh*t, nigga
I moved in paradise with Chico, me and G5 (Me and G5)
b**ch, we's a always had a lick, you know I'm down to go slide (Down to go slide)
Now I'm back on my sh*t and I'm back with my gangs (Gang, back with my gangs)
Used to pull up, kick doors, now I'm home invadin' (Home invadin')
Slap a nigga with the pistol, now his brain pavement (Now his brains pavement)
Goddamn, you say that iron, get your mind right (Get your mind right)
Know that from a nigga my momma used to f**k with (Used to f**k with)
And my auntie named me, yeah, she's a gangster b**ch (She's a gangster b**ch)
And my uncle a real robber, love that takin' sh*t (I love that takin' sh*t)
And my daddy a real trapper even though he left me for a b**ch (Damn)
Damn, out here on my own on this gangster sh*t (On this gangster sh*t)
Growed up, made a lot of enemies, I got guns, make them fold up, okay (Uh-huh)
Me and all my nigga, we was bangin' cutthroat (Yeah)
Used to walk through the cut, the Sun Valley shop with Kemo (Damn)
Hit me a lick and then I went and shopped with Deebo (Damn)
Ain't gon' lie, he used to try to teach me wise (Yeah)
Always sayin', "Go to school," but I got kicked out (Damn)
Now I'm stuck in the street and my momma kicked me out (Man)
Now I'm goin' to haunted house, tryna make a way out (Phew)
Started gettin' on them xannies, now I'm feelin' fine (Yeah)
Start spazzin' on my b**ches, say I'm trippin' now (Damn)
So I went and got on molly, now I'm geeked out (Damn)
Neck, bite down, since you geeked on me in BB (Me in BB)
They need to free my homie down, he got a 30P (Damn)
I took that boot, walked out the door, got in a shootout (Word)
Had forgot the other day I took a nigga tooth (Word)
He pulled up in that 'partment, all that fakin' like we cool (Huh?)
And I ain't had no straps in two weeks, nigga, you snooze, you lose (Lose)
I snatch it awfully loud then cock it back and told him, "Move," (Move)
My dawg say you slime (Damn), I thought y'all niggas was cool (Nah)
I said, "What that mean?" 'cause I took him out, he my broom (What?)
Nah, f**k that nigga, he ain't claimin' what I'm claimin' too (Nah, straight up)
f**k you mean, nigga? f**k them niggas, nigga (Ah)
You trippin', these niggas ain't with us, nigga
Know how we comin' (EA)
I ain't even gon' lie, sh*t, we broad with smoke
Built our name up with nothin' but smoke (Yeah)
We was hittin' licks, f**k trappin', where that kick door? (Okay)
And I can't lie, shoutout to my nigga [?]
And my nigga Tombo but he gone, they was trappin' ho
And another nigga who's a opp now, he's a pussy ho
Damn, I hate that sh*t had went that way, I miss my buddy ho (Swarm)
Anyway, sh*t, time moves on, know what I'm on
Took this sh*t to the west side, couple reals and pussy ho
Damn, I miss my youngin', he was a hitter (Damn), phew (Damn)
Tried to make some happen for a pussy, damn (Phew), damn
They lock me in my jail cell with my career, blam
But the hoe still rocking with me, so this sh*t won't jam
Oowee, from the street, got 'em screamin' "Yeah" (Yeah)
'Cause they b**ch wanna f**k, yeah
Know I'm a Blood, yeah
b**ches love a gangster and big slime ball, hell shell
Big 4L gang, b**ch, you know who I'm in
Mr. Zone 6, run this sh*t, Mr. East Atlanta
Mr. Fire With The Middle Finger, b**ch (EA)
Mr. f**k-Your-Ho, don't take her to Ruth's Chris
And she lovin' this blue cheese (Yeah)
Drop the top and told that lil' b**ch, "You cannot f**k with me"
And you know I let that sh*t be known, play you, Swiss cheese
Know that I'm a shotta so a b**ch can never set up me (Uh-uh)
Know I been a robber and I let the b**ch promote my nuts
Every time I stick it in, I know I'm diggin' in her guts (Yeah)
And I beat your b**ch raw, gave that ho that smack down
You ain't have no clue that your b**ch tryna f**k now (Uh-huh)
And I'm still pull up in a Tonka, pocket full of hundreds
Get disrespectful with this sh*t, f**k his baby momma
Said I wouldn't be sh*t, damn, look at all these commas
b**ches always call my phone, they waiting with my baby momma (Word)
Next b**ch I f**k with, I put too much trust in her (Damn)
Gave that b**ch money now, she think that I'ma f**k nigga (Hold up)
Kick that b**ch to the curb when I see a dick in her (Ah, ah)
Hit that b**ch a couple times, she love that I'm a rich nigga
And I told her, and I showed her, I'ma f**k her friends
And I f**ked one in my trap house and I'd do that sh*t again (Yeah)
'Nother pill kickin' in, gotta f**k that sh*t again (Ooh)
She my pill-poppin' friend, every time I f**k, I kill that sh*t (Yeah)

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