Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cancer Stick No Pressure, artist - Young Nudy. Album song Nudy Land, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paradise East
Song language: English
Cancer Stick No Pressure |
Do like I do, nigga flip you some money |
Okay, we really came up from nothing |
Two hundred that shit, the clutch in the foreign |
Two hundred racks in the trap when I’m touring |
Thanking the lord when I wake up this morning |
Christian Dior when I’m dressing in garments |
Yeah, shoot at my targets |
Yeah, aiming at artists |
Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger |
You niggas character, Marvel |
Take your shoes off on my marble |
Your bitches got lost in the sauce, off the startle |
I pour up the drink and I give her a narco |
Run with your pack, where is Waldo? |
Look at my history, bags in my bio |
Migo like Cinco de Mayo |
Migo like Cinco de Mayo, I got the trap in my bio |
Yeah, mini fourteen with the drum, I put your ass on a flyer |
Uh, niggas out here really bums |
Want take your bitch, I might buy her |
Uh, sippin' on lean like it’s rum, but it do not get me tired |
Uh, if you gon' pull out that gun, you better cock it and fire |
Uh, bitch I came up from a crumb, did this for grandma, she flyin' |
Uh, you can come still get a one, fuck it my niggas gon' jump |
Uh, saw off the front of the pump, put the gun up to your gum |
50K on me lil homie, 100K knock 'em off sandy |
Bitches out here need some money |
Or they dependent on Monday |
Peace to you bitches like Ghandi |
One of my friends is a junky, fuck |
Get up and get you some money, uh |
Cookie smell like it is fungus |
The bella, the OG, the onion, yeah |
Pull out that fire, now he runnin' |
He just caught four to the stomach, uh |
He got some blood in his vomit |
I cut the cord off your bungee |
Goyard got racks in abundance |
Hop on the jet out to London |
12 behind me so I punch it |
Do like I do, nigga flip you some money |
Okay, we really came up from nothing |
Two hundred that shit, the clutch in the foreign |
Two hundred racks in the trap when I’m touring |
Thanking the lord when I wake up this morning |
Christian Dior when I’m dressing in garments |
Yeah, shoot at my targets |
Yeah, aiming at artists |
Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger |
You niggas character, Marvel |
Take your shoes off on my marble |
Your bitches got lost in the sauce, off the startle |
I pour up the drink and I give her a narco |
Run with your pack, where is Waldo? |
Look at my history, bags in my bio |
Migo like Cinco de Mayo |
I’m all in Texas, all in Houston, nigga sippin' on drank |
Got a whole damn paint, nigga just cashed on a bank |
Yeah nigga, I got money |
Yeah bitch, what you think? |
All these bitches love slimeball, yeah they love the plate |
When it come to play, they know how I play |
I got money in my pocket plus I got a pocket rocket |
Niggas think they gon' stop me, bro I’m cocked and I’m gon' pop it |
And I don’t do no poppin', all my guns on poppin' |
I just like to pop bodies, yeah I love to see 'em drop it |
Yeah I like your bitch, she just pop, lock, and drop it |
Yeah I’m in her, young nigga get in her, yeah |
Racks on me in the air, yeah |
She wanna fuck for the cheese, yeah |
I know you snitchin', you cheese, yeah |
Hold on dawg, I don’t even fuck with that dawg |
I’m a real big dawg |
Roof, nigga I step on you dawg |
Niggas ain’t gettin' no money, quit flexing |
Niggas ain’t choppin' up shit, quit flexing |
Nigga been choppin' up shit, no flexing |
All this goddamn money, I’m flexing |
Blue hundred bitch, nigga know I stay flexing |
You ain’t got no money, fuck nigga you flexing nigga |
Meanwhile, while you flexing on another nigga’s bitch |
All these goddamn hoes on my dick |
Yeah, you need to come check on your bitch, yeah |
All these bitches, lil bitch |
Yeah I got your bitch on my bitch, yeah |
And I got rich, gettin' rich, yeah |
Nigga you could never get this, yeah |
All this guap on me, yeah |
Know the big Glock on me, yeah |
Know will pop with me, yeah |
Please don’t try me B, yeah |
And you know I’m big blood |
And you know I’m big dawg, yeah |
And I know you a bitch, yeah |
And I know you lil dawg |
Nigga do like I do, nigga get you some money |
Nigga get you some money |
Money on your head, my young niggas gunnin' |
Niggas havin' discussions, he’s talkin' 'bout money |
Nigga don’t talk to me pussy, it ain’t 'bout no money |
Yeah nigga, don’t talk to me nigga, it ain’t 'bout no money nigga |
Ayy man I don’t know what to tell y’all niggas |
Y’all niggas some broke ass fucks man |
Fuck you niggas |
Huh, look at me, copy me nigga |
Do like I do, nigga flip you some money |
Okay, we really came up from nothing |
Two hundred that shit, the clutch in the foreign |
Two hundred racks in the trap when I’m touring |
Thanking the lord when I wake up this morning |
Christian Dior when I’m dressing in garments |
Yeah, shoot at my targets |
Yeah, aiming at artists |
Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger |
You niggas character, Marvel |
Take your shoes off on my marble |
Your bitches got lost in the sauce, off the startle |
I pour up the drink and I give her a narco |
Run with your pack, where is Waldo? |
Look at my history, bags in my bio |
Migo like Cinco de Mayo |
Version #2: «No Pressure» |
John Wayne, Smith and Wesson |
Cross him out, give him a blessing |
All white duct tape, put him on a stretcher |
Hell yeah slimeball, nigga I’ll bless ya |
Anything go for the money, want extra |
Been getting money, boy I know I need extra |
Nigga wanna talk, boy I know you got pressure |
Shoot you in your face, motherfucker no pressure |
I do the smoke nigga, Newport |
Short a nigga pack, no Newport |
Rob a nigga blind, no new folk |
I don’t really fuck with you new folks |
Put him in the chair, nigga death row |
Cut his ass out, nigga cutthroat |
Slimeball nigga got mojo |
Yea I got lean for days (for days) |
Bitch I got plays on plays (plays) |
Bitch I got J’s on J’s (J's) |
Bitch I got glass for glass (glass) |
Bitch I got cash on cash (cash) |
Drop it on a nigga’s mans on mans (on mans) |
Nigga fuck what you saying (fuck what you saying) |
Make a nigga cross out his mans (make him cross him out) |
Anything go for the bands (for the bands) |
Brrrr (do that nigga) |
Nigga I’m on that shit (on that shit) |
Nigga really on that shit (I swear) |
Bitch all on my dick (yeah) |
Your baby mama on my dick (yeah) |
All these hoes on my dick (I swear) |
Big Glock 40, big dick (big forty) |
John Wayne, Smith and Wesson (John Wayne) |
Cross him out, give him a blessing (pew pew) |
All white duct tape, put him on a stretcher (pew pew) |
Hell yeah slimeball, nigga I’ll bless ya (slime) |
Anything go for the money, want extra (woo) |
Been getting money, boy I know I need extra (extra) |
Nigga wanna talk, boy I know you got pressure (pressure) |
Shoot you in your face, motherfucker no pressure (brt brt brt) |
I do the smoke nigga, Newport (smoke) |
Short a nigga pack, no Newport (pack) |
Rob a nigga blind, no new folk (blind) |
I don’t really fuck with you new folks (no) |
Put him in the chair, nigga death row (death row) |
Cut his ass out, nigga cutthroat (ughh) |
Slimeball nigga got mojo (slimeball) |
Yeah I got 'em |
Black Mulssane hogging both lanes (Mulssane) |
Stick with the kick like Liu Kang (woah) |
Forgiato white, ice cocaine (woo) |
Ice up the chain for the gang gang (gang gang) |
Put the laser on your brain for some chump change (brr) |
Niggas in the field, nigga do or die (field) |
Nigga write your will when the bullet fly (hey) |
Don’t be playing with the mill 'cause it’s suicide (nah) |
Having racks like Illuminati (racks) |
Get a nigga wacked, smell like porta-potties (wack) |
Shot him in the back, got him Milly Rocking (uh) |
Chopping off the hatch, foreign coupe exotic (woo) |
Backends in the trap, that’s a double profit (double profit) |
Hit him with the axe, don’t talk about it (axe) |
Matte black MAC, shoot the sparks up out it (brrt brrt brrt brrrt) |
John Wayne, Smith and Wesson |
Cross him out, give him a blessing |
All white duct tape, put him on a stretcher |
Hell yeah slimeball, nigga I’ll bless ya |
Anything go for the money, want extra |
Been getting money, boy I know I need extra |
Nigga wanna talk, boy I know you got pressure |
Shoot you in your face, motherfucker no pressure |
I do the smoke nigga, Newport |
Short a nigga pack, no Newport |
Rob a nigga blind, no new folk |
I don’t really fuck with you new folks |
Put him in the chair, nigga death row |
Cut his ass out, nigga cutthroat |
Slimeball nigga got mojo |
Yeah I got 'em |