Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blue Cheese Salad, artist - Young Nudy. Date of issue: 26.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blue Cheese Salad |
| Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please |
| Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G |
| Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep |
| Wake that bitch up on a Perky |
| Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin' |
| Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin' |
| Fuck you so good, I swear I won’t hurt it |
| Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin |
| Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin' |
| Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it |
| Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it |
| Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only |
| Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn’t want me |
| Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies |
| Let in my bed nothin' but bad bitches only |
| Fuck on a thot, suck me up, I don’t want her |
| Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her |
| I’ma keep this shit one hundred, yeah, y’all niggas not one hundred, yeah |
| She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) |
| She wasn’t fuckin' with me when I ain’t have shit, but she want this (Yeah) |
| All this money that I’m gettin', I ain’t givin' shit (Bitch) |
| I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it) |
| Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) |
| Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I’m livin' lavish (Yeah) |
| I’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad |
| Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese |
| Nigga wanna kill 'bout a bitch (Yes, sir) |
| Nah, nigga, I don’t want her, yeah |
| And I’m real 'bout this shit, nigga |
| Nah, nigga, I ain’t Gunna, yeah (Nah) |
| I got lot of bitches 'round my way (Lot of 'em) |
| All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters) |
| And I’m big time stunner, yeah (Stunner) |
| When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah) |
| Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah) |
| Runnin' the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?) |
| They was tellin' her that I was bustin' guns |
| I was tellin' mama, «Uh-uh, uh-uh» (No, uh-uh) |
| Keep this shit one hundred, yeah |
| I was raised by mama, yeah |
| Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah |
| Thirteen, carryin' that thunder, yeah |
| Mama had kicked me out the house 'cause she found me with a chopper and I was |
| like uh-uh (Uh-uh) |
| Now I’m in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer) |
| Kick a nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama) |
| Robbed my first nigga for a hundred, yeah (Hundred) |
| I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K |
| Nigga, that’s a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir) |
| She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) |
| She wasn’t fuckin' with me when I ain’t have shit, but she want this (Yeah) |
| All this money that I’m gettin', I ain’t givin' shit (Bitch) |
| I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) |
| Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) |
| Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I’m livin' lavish (Yeah) |
| I’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad |
| Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Blue cheese) |
| Uh, yeah |
| Hahahaha |
| The fuck, nigga? |
| Hah, bitch, yeah |