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Young Nudy – Impala Lyrics


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ARTIST: Young Nudy
SONG TITLE: Impala

Young Nudy Impala Lyrics:

[Intro]
Hahahahahaha, uh
(COUPE)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
(See, now we don’t give a fuck ’bout nothin’ ’round this motherfucker)
(‘Cause you get money, you ain’t gotta worry ’bout shit, you feel me?)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
(But if you ain’t gettin’ no money, nigga, you a got a motherfuckin’ problem)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
(And if you is gettin’ money and you’s a pussy nigga, that’s a motherfuckin’ problem)
(‘Cause you got a nigga like me out here, nigga)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
(Uh-huh, I’m on your ass, nigga, I don’t play no games)
[Chorus]
Pull up in an all-black Impala four deep
Me and my dog creep
We got one, finna put his ass to sleep
I don’t think he seen me comin’, when I’m dumpin’, hit him ‘cross the street
You know we get to stompin’, get to runnin’, who that at the street? (Boom, boom, boom)
That street sweeper, that .223, that bitch gon’ hit him from his head to his feet
That pussy nigga thought I was one of them other niggas, nah, I ain’t sweet
They must ain’t told you, bitch, I’m a gangster, yes sir, I am from the street (I’m from the street)
I don’t have problems with none of my enemies, they know what’s up with me (They know what’s up with me, pussy)

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[Verse 1]
I’m known for terrorizing
Got 12 on my back, I swear to God, I really done caught hell ’bout it (Yeah)
Them bodies and I swear I keep it brick, I cannot talk about it (For real)
But only thing I do is pop my shit, that’s how I talk about it (For real)
I really don’t know nobody like my gang, we really ’bout it (Yeah)
Nigga step up to the plate, I show you we against everybody (Batter up)
You know you niggas don’t wanna be dead, don’t get beheaded
‘Cause you know we ready and we four deep strapped up in Chevy (Chevy)

[Chorus]
Pull up in an all-black Impala four deep
Me and my dog creep
We got one, finna put his ass to sleep (Uh-huh)
I don’t think he seen me comin’, when I’m dumpin’, hit him ‘cross the street
You know we get to stompin’, get to runnin’, who that at the street? (Boom, boom, boom)
That street sweeper, that .223, that bitch gon’ hit him from his head to his feet
That pussy nigga thought I was one of them other niggas, nah, I ain’t sweet
They must ain’t told you, bitch, I’m a gangster, yes sir, I am from the street (I’m from the street)
I don’t have problems with none of my enemies, they know what’s up with me (They know what’s up with me)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, and we got choppers (Choppers)
I don’t wanna show these pussy niggas they not no problem (Uh-uh)
You know we gonna ride with these choppers (Choppers), you thought it was a biker gang (Yeah)
Damn, how we popped him, he thought we was the Sniper Gang (Sniper Gang)
The money that I got, your money not the same (Not the same)
When we step, wrap and smoke a nigga, choo-choo train (Choo-choo train)
Smoke a nigga shit up like a chimney, come down like Grinch (Like the Grinch)
I’m feeling like I’m Santa when your ho get on my sleigh (My sleigh)
I’ll pay your bitch rent just to find out where you lay (You lay)
It’s money on your head, I know what I do, I don’t play (I don’t play, nigga)

[Interlude]
Yeah, this how I play (Uh-uh, do not play)
Slimy (I don’t play, nigga, yeah)

[Chorus]
Pull up in an all-black Impala four deep
Me and my dog creep
We got one, finna put his ass to sleep (Uh-huh)
I don’t think he seen me comin’, when I’m dumpin’, hit him ‘cross the street
You know we get to stompin’, get to runnin’, who that at the street? (Boom, boom, boom)
That street sweeper, that .223, that bitch gon’ hit him from his head to his feet
That pussy nigga thought I was one of them other niggas, nah, I ain’t sweet
They must ain’t told you, bitch, I’m a gangster, yes sir, I am from the street (I’m from the street)
I don’t have problems with none of my enemies, they know what’s up with me (They know what’s up with me)

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