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Young nola - What it do Lyrics



Young nola - What it do Lyrics
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Money, music, murder, nigga
Hot boy, hot, hot, hot, hot boy, hot
Young Nola
Young Nola from New Orleans, on his way to the top
I ain't worryin' bout the opps, cuz I'll spend they block
Got the coke in the U-Haul, and I got a Glock
Dirty old white nigga, just want a bag of rocks
Boy I'm fresh off the boat, that chopper I tote
Man, murder I wrote, sorry I had to split her throat
Nigga stuntin' on a jet, nigga let me get this check
Kill his mama where she at on the news .net haha
If you want beef, show you what I'm bout
Got that gun on my waist, put that gun in his mouth
Young from that N.O., yeah boy I'm from the south
Kill his grandma, kill his sister, then young Nola out huh
I got that dope nigga, I got that weed nigga
I got that fent nigga, you want some lean nigga
I got that dope nigga, I got that weed nigga
I got that fent nigga, you want some lean nigga
Swerve on em in the right lane, put that K to his brain
While he walkin' on that cane, white girl marry Jane
Young money Mack Maine, steady shooting dope nigga
Now let me see your veins, kick a nigga liu kang
Young Nola so retarded, yeah he going insane
Let me bust it down, hit her with a couple rounds
Draco on my side, you ain't tryna hear them sounds
I ain't worryin' bout these rappers, if you wanna beef
You can meet me in the streets, I'm a dog I gotta eat
Got a blue rag like I'm Crippin
Young Nola stay sippin', got that choppa if he trippin
Cry baby like James Harden, young rockin' Ralph Lauren
Got a jailhouse on these niggas, call me Michael Jordan
Going down the field, mossing niggas like I'm Michael Irvin
Nola ridin' with that choppa, and you know that boy lurkin
Big racks, big stacks, so my pockets never hurting
Nigga ridin' in that Bentley, young Nola keep a semi
Sippin' on patron, I'ma give him head shots
Young comin' off the dome, watch a nigga body drop
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, you a feast, I'm a hog
I got that dope nigga, I got that weed nigga
I got that fent nigga, you want some weed nigga
I got that dope nigga, I got that weed nigga
I got that fent nigga, you want some weed nigga
Money, music, murder, young Nola
Hot boy, nigga, hot boy
E-N-T what, what
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Money, music, murder, nigga
Hot boy, hot, hot, hot, hot boy, hot
Young Nola
Young Nola from New Orleans, on his way to the top
I ain't worryin' bout the opps, cuz I'll spend they block
Got the coke in the U-Haul, and I got a Glock
Dirty old white nigga, just want a bag of rocks
Boy I'm fresh off the boat, that chopper I tote
Man, murder I wrote, sorry I had to split her throat
Nigga stuntin' on a jet, nigga let me get this check
Kill his mama where she at on the news .net haha
If you want beef, show you what I'm bout
Got that gun on my waist, put that gun in his mouth
Young from that N.O., yeah boy I'm from the south
Kill his grandma, kill his sister, then young Nola out huh
I got that dope nigga, I got that weed nigga
I got that fent nigga, you want some lean nigga
I got that dope nigga, I got that weed nigga
I got that fent nigga, you want some lean nigga
Swerve on em in the right lane, put that K to his brain
While he walkin' on that cane, white girl marry Jane
Young money Mack Maine, steady shooting dope nigga
Now let me see your veins, kick a nigga liu kang
Young Nola so retarded, yeah he going insane
Let me bust it down, hit her with a couple rounds
Draco on my side, you ain't tryna hear them sounds
I ain't worryin' bout these rappers, if you wanna beef
You can meet me in the streets, I'm a dog I gotta eat
Got a blue rag like I'm Crippin
Young Nola stay sippin', got that choppa if he trippin
Cry baby like James Harden, young rockin' Ralph Lauren
Got a jailhouse on these niggas, call me Michael Jordan
Going down the field, mossing niggas like I'm Michael Irvin
Nola ridin' with that choppa, and you know that boy lurkin
Big racks, big stacks, so my pockets never hurting
Nigga ridin' in that Bentley, young Nola keep a semi
Sippin' on patron, I'ma give him head shots
Young comin' off the dome, watch a nigga body drop
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, you a feast, I'm a hog
I got that dope nigga, I got that weed nigga
I got that fent nigga, you want some weed nigga
I got that dope nigga, I got that weed nigga
I got that fent nigga, you want some weed nigga
Money, music, murder, young Nola
Hot boy, nigga, hot boy
E-N-T what, what
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