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Young Nudy - The Rustlers lyrics

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The Rustlers by Young Nudy


I got nothing but soldiers with them sticks
They ready for war
And I heard you acting like a b**ch
Your whole squad
Heard your hoe is still on my dick
She keep me hard
This what your pussy ass get for acting hard
For real, I f**k your b**ch nigga
I got money so she staying on my dick nigga
Thumbing through these hundreds it ain't nothing
I'm a young rich nigga
Dressed up like the coach I send a blitz nigga
Iced up like the pope looking like a lick nigga
All these gold ropes around my neck
You won't take sh*t nigga
Shooters on deck and that's real sh*t nigga
They won't never let you touch me nigga
Tryna touch this water you blazed
Nigga gone send you that fye
Nigga gone sound like the sun today
Know that murder was so fire
He didn't use a gun but face
Know my face card good know why?
Cause I done it in a lot of place
Back in the day no b**ch in me
Aye nigga no way
All that pussy sh*t
It will not stop when you come through EA
I heard a couple nigga try
But they know who to play
Paradise we known for doing that sliding
Gresham moving weight
Some folk in that all d house day
If your hood ain't doing this
Then I know your hood cannot relate
RIP He was a real one in that EE
Told me don't let up on these niggas
So I won't okay
f**k a neck nigga
Man I got foot on they face
I can't hear what they say
Send a mute through that b**ch
Kill sh*t got none to say
Spill the truth with this sh*t
Hell yeah I'm still the same
Still in the apartment with the same gang
Ain't none change
I got nothing but soldiers with them sticks
They ready for war
And I heard you acting like a b**ch
Your whole squad
Heard your hoe is still on my dick
She keep me hard
This what your pussy ass get for acting hard
For real, I f**k your b**ch nigga
I got money so she staying on my dick nigga
Thumbing through these hundreds it ain't nothing
I'm a young rich nigga
Dressed up like the coach I send a blitz nigga
Nigga just got money and a little fame
But I ain't change
For no fame
I could never switch up like them b**ch nigga lames
Still free my brothers down the road
Off in that chain gang
Shout out to them boys on the road
Tryna do they thang
I be praying everyday that he come back on the plane
Know I got them plane janes
Like my shoes, cocaine
Nothing but that white nigga
Make the white girl take a sniff
If she take flight with them
I'm in LA with the freaky b**ches
They like white nigga
I got all the drugs that they need
They got the right nigga
I'm always about money
f**k you mean you know about life nigga
You f**ked up sometimes nigga
Cross a nigga out real fast
I'm slime nigga
I got nothing but soldiers with them sticks
They ready for war
And I heard you acting like a b**ch
Your whole squad
Heard your hoe is still on my dick
She keep me hard
This what your pussy ass get for acting hard
For real, I f**k your b**ch niggas
I got money so she staying on my dick nigga
Thumbing through these hundreds it ain't nothing
I'm a young rich nigga
Dressed up like the coach I send a blitz niggas



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