Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nutsack , by - Young Nudy. Song from the album Nudy Land, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paradise East
Song language: English
Nutsack |
| Let’s play |
| Let’s play |
| Okay |
| Yeah, huh |
| Yeah, playin' with my nutsack |
| Scratchin' on this crack where I had to hide my Glock at |
| Cops tryna catch me, I might pop that |
| Fuck 'em, tryna catch 'em down bad, where them opps at? |
| Nigga tryna catch me slippin', nigga I’m gon' empty |
| Got that Glock on me, you know that bitch there hold 'bout fifty |
| Pull up on these niggas, yeah that bullshit, know I’m with it |
| And I love these freaky hoes, slimeball he love these bitches |
| Where them nat nat nat nats, give me neck neck |
| I just wanna hit you front the back and slap that |
| I just want some head lil mama, might give you some bread |
| Later on I’m gone, bitch don’t call my phone, uh huh |
| Mister slimeball the boss like Corleone, uh huh |
| I get a nigga shot, get a nigga gone, uh huh |
| All about that money, all of my niggas 'bout they skrilla |
| Catch a nigga down bad, ooh young nigga gon' and kill 'em |
| We don’t play with nobody, everybody 'bout catching a body |
| Bodies on bodies, nigga we’ll kill everybody |
| All these niggas talkin' 'bout it, they ain’t 'bout it |
| Feel like Master P, but I really want big bank nigga |
| Pull up on these lame ass niggas in that tank nigga |
| Got your bitch on my dick, yeah she faint nigga |
| When she see the slimeball, bitch it’s boss |
| You know these hoes love to lick my balls |
| Hahaha, hahaha, yeah |
| Scratchin' on my nutsack |
| Yeah bitch |
| (tell 'em slime) okay |
| Okay |
| Soon I came in, I had my motherfuckin' mask on |
| Nigga tried to move, fuck that shit, he got blast on |
| Told that pussy nigga he better not fuckin' move |
| First nigga move I’ma give his ass the blues |
| Twelve lookin' for me, slimeball didn’t leave no clues |
| Yellow tape, closed case, make his mama faint |
| Murder rate raised up, bitch, I’m from EA |
| You know how I play, rob a AK47 EA |
| Shoot a motherfucker in his face, ooh that’s a cold case |
| I don’t really play with these niggas, I just spray at these niggas |
| I be ridin' through these streets with a K with me, nigga |
| Ain’t nobody fuckin' safe, nigga |
| Run up in your house, empty the safe, nigga |
| (What else, slime?) |
| Hahaha, I don’t know |
| Back in the kitchen, yeah we countin' up this skrilla |
| Rippin' up this cocaine, me and all my niggas |
| All these motherfuckin' convicted felons, we flexin' on these niggas |
| Why they flexin', why they motherfuckin' stressin' |
| All this goddamn money, I swear to god god gave me a blessing |
| I be flexing on these niggas, no fraud |
| I be fucking all these bitches, more broads |
| You ain’t gettin' no money nigga, you a fraud, huh |
| What else, what else ho, what else |
| I don’t what else |
| Fuck it, fuck it let’s do it |
| (Bermuda shit, get you killed out in the street) |
| Ok, yeah, I like that |
| Bermuda shit nigga, get you killed out here in these streets, bitch |
| That’s on gang bitch |
| Yeah nigga, yeah, huh |
| Itchy nutsack |
| What the fuck happened to the rest of it? |
| That was it? |