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Noochie Nuglet

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I ain't got no time to play around with nobody, yeah
F*ck around and make a nigga slash and catch a body, yeah
Don't play no game but then i mean what I say myself
F*ck it, uh, pussy nigga comin' round and it's flaky to me
I would never let another nigga play with me
Catch a body, leave a slump nigga dead in the streets
I'm a hudson hill nigga, but that slab where I be
F*ck what you done and what you rap, this shit can get wicked
I drop the block, I make it hot, I bust a mean 50
Ketchup and mustard, blood and guts, I make my scheme with it
Blood splashin' all over your jeans, it's like a clean fitted
Be a hero and it be murder, she wrote
Try to run, I caught him slippin', hit his ass with the scope
Said they took my nigga, paw man murder, all that I know
All that bangin' on that gram, I turn your ass to a post
Ooh, all that rappin' bout you, bout it, better be about it
Cause if Lil' Noochie rappin' bout it, I'm tryna see about it
And when Lil' Noochie see about it, man, I'm squeezin' bout it
Shit ain't nothin' new to me, man, just another body
As killers walk through the night, the lion standin' with pride
But through the midst of the jungle, I heard hyena cry
Say either you don't eat or you starve, nigga, you do or you die
I don't know about you, but bitch, we feastin' tonight
Jump up off the porch with a stick
Tryna lock on me a bit like a pit
Get in the way and get bit
Just know what I mean, what I said, myself
Ayy, sittin' in that cell, I was thinkin' to myself
They was tryna give me ten, I had no money for no bail
Mama cryin', got me cryin', you don't know how Noochie felt
All my friends fell back and they left me by myself
Gotta be a man now, no shootin' guns, just throwin' hands now
Or put that rod up on that bitch and make him stand out
lock in the sock, nigga, tuck his tail like a fox
Young nigga meek as a Christian, but bring that force like a Ak
Niggas sneakin' in this bitch and tryna run in your box
When there's beef, we bring that funk, bitch, we don't run to the cop
Niggas kiting' out the dorm, niggas run to the flop
I split a nigga from Atlanta, did 30 days in the box
As killers walk through the night, the lion standin' with pride
But through the midst of the jungle, I heard hyena cry
Say either you eat or you starve, nigga, you do or you die
I don't know about you, but bitch, we feastin' tonight
Jump up off the porch with a stick
Tryna lock on me a bitch like a pit
Get in the way and get bit
Just know I mean what I say, my nigga

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