PGF Nuk - Waddup (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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PGF Nuk - Waddup (en) Lyrics
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(Fatman, you did this?)
Bitch, waddup? (Yeah)
Ayy, bitch waddup? (Yeah)
(They got Wooski on the mix)
Yeah yeah
Ayy, bitch, waddup? (Waddup?)
They say they on they block, it's
time to slide, fuck 'em up
Ayy, lil' bro walking up,
masked up, suited up
Ayy, catch 'em by the store,
up the pole, shoot it up
Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make
him hop, double dutch
Ayy, lil' bro over cold, he
got two poles, doubled up
Ayy, glizzy that's my dog, he'll
catch you, bite you up
Ayy, treat the opps like blunts,
hit a cut, light 'em up, ayy
Don't hype him up 'cause he'll die
Have your whole block cry,
his balloons in the sky
Now the opps want me dead,
so I tell 'em "Come try"
But I slide first, all they hear is
"Fah, fah, fah," that's
that nick, nigga
Ayy, that's how I'm coming, bitch
Like a track-star, I'm on my
block really runnin' shit
I do this shit in real life,
boy this shit is not a skit
'Member putting tape up on the
mag just to make it fit
I remember slidin' every day,
I wasn't at the park
I ain't have no lighter, but I
really had to make a spark
Keep that iron on me like my
real name was Tony Stark
All you see is spark spark spark,
I'm tryna leave a mark, nigga
Glock 40 with a switch on the
back, my shorty'll wipe
your nose like "Slatt"
You know that backdoor close,
kill one of these set-up hoes
for thinkin' it's that
We got a chop' with a scope, I'ma
look in that bitch, 'fore I blink,
throw three in his head
Ridin' in bulletproof, whole lotta
switches and dracs whenever
I be in the 'Raq (Bitch, ayy)
Waddup, is you really livin'
them lyrics or what?
Hoes play our shit when they get
in the truck and the opps get
mad 'cause they listen to us
Told foe'nem slide and
they still in the cut
Hop out, spazz, they pickin' him up
Hot shit made his back
start sizzlin' up
He lost his head for
forgettin' to duck
We don't play that, new Glock,
let it spray like Ajax
Blew him down, and it's back to the
hood, and we just might have
to high speed on the way back
For B Money, we throwin' up
B's, catch one of the G's,
I'm makin' his face crack
We been tryna score for the lead,
my shorties been T'd, they shootin'
like Trey Stacks, bitch
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