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One Dolla Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Nudy
Length: 2:43
Written by: Quantavious T. Thomas, Pierre Bourne




Young Nudy - One Dolla Lyrics
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Yo, yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

Uh, okay (yeah), yeah okay
No, no, no, no, for real (yeah, okay)

Okay, your pack just landed, they callin' me a crash dummy
Wrap this f*ckin' nigga like a mummy, dummy (like a mummy, dummy)
Yeah, okay (yeah)
Yeah, okay (ha ha), yeah, okay, yeah, okay (tell her I'm talkin')
Licks on tops of licks (licks), moves on tops of moves
Juggs on top of juggs (yeah), nigga, just bring them tools (yeah)
Tools on top of tools, (yeah, jugg)
Gotta wipe him out (wet)
We gon' wipe them out (uh uh), we gon' X them out
He ain't what we on, they ain't what we on (gang, gang)
I be on some (gang, gang), nigga you ain't gang (gang), you is lame (yeah)
F*ck you think, f*ck you, gang
Cross you out, give a f*ck 'bout your stain (f*ck your stain, yeah)
Real big homie, f*ck big homie, no big homie
Gang members only, PDE only
Y'all niggas ain't gang, f*ck you homie (I swear)
Yeah, shoot 'em up dead, gotta take that, run off with dat
Niggas ain't with that, take off your pack
Nigga you a bitch nigga, turn into a rat (?)
Yeah, go splat this, go splat that, rat-a-tat-tat
Fully automatic Glock in my hoodie
Stick in my bag, where them niggas at? (where he at?)
I'm with this, you ain't with that
I'm 'bout that (nah), you ain't 'bout this
You ain't 'bout that, pull this grip on you, bouta bust your ass (yeah, I'm on that)
Yeah, I got the .30, he got the .30, everybody 730 (everybody 730)
I'm so bloody, he's so bloody, still cross out bloods (still cross out bloods)
Yeah, I'm so slimey (slimey), slime so grimey (okay, yeah)
I be crossin' niggas out (yeah)
I swear the same nigga tryna hang around my house (yeah)
Damn I can't help it (help it)
Givin' these niggas the blues (yeah)
Nigga I been in these streets (yeah)
Nigga been puttin' niggas really on the news (yeah)
Back in the days don't wanna hear about it (I don't wanna hear about it)
All these niggas really talk about it (talk)
Nigga, really, really live about it (swear)
Nigga, really been about it (yeah)
Nigga, better ask somebody (go ask)
Nigga, better know somebody (I'm on that)
Nigga, I kill somebody (I do that)
Nigga, been itchin' for a body (yeah)
Lately I been goin' crazy (cray)
Thinkin' I be thinkin' crazy (cray)
Nigga, I been thinkin' crazy (cray)
Nigga, I been thinkin' shady (shady)
Nigga, I don't know what I'm thinkin', I don't
I don't know what I'm thinkin', oh
Late nights I be clutchin' homie (clutchin', yeah)
I don't really trust nobody (I don't)
I don't really f*ck with nobody (that's right)
Really don't hang with nobody (swear?)
You know me I'm a loner (loner, yeah)
Tryna catch your bitch, I'ma bone her (bone her)
Blowin' big blunts I'm a stoner (stoner)
When it get done motherf*cka I'm a loner (loner)
Hell yeah that bitch (yeah)
I just be passin' these bitches (bitches)
I don't be cuffin' these bitches (yeah)
I just be f*ckin' all these bitches
I just give ho the stitches
I just be cuttin' bitches out, uh

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Yo, yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

Uh, okay (yeah), yeah okay
No, no, no, no, for real (yeah, okay)

Okay, your pack just landed, they callin' me a crash dummy
Wrap this f*ckin' nigga like a mummy, dummy (like a mummy, dummy)
Yeah, okay (yeah)
Yeah, okay (ha ha), yeah, okay, yeah, okay (tell her I'm talkin')
Licks on tops of licks (licks), moves on tops of moves
Juggs on top of juggs (yeah), nigga, just bring them tools (yeah)
Tools on top of tools, (yeah, jugg)
Gotta wipe him out (wet)
We gon' wipe them out (uh uh), we gon' X them out
He ain't what we on, they ain't what we on (gang, gang)
I be on some (gang, gang), nigga you ain't gang (gang), you is lame (yeah)
F*ck you think, f*ck you, gang
Cross you out, give a f*ck 'bout your stain (f*ck your stain, yeah)
Real big homie, f*ck big homie, no big homie
Gang members only, PDE only
Y'all niggas ain't gang, f*ck you homie (I swear)
Yeah, shoot 'em up dead, gotta take that, run off with dat
Niggas ain't with that, take off your pack
Nigga you a bitch nigga, turn into a rat (?)
Yeah, go splat this, go splat that, rat-a-tat-tat
Fully automatic Glock in my hoodie
Stick in my bag, where them niggas at? (where he at?)
I'm with this, you ain't with that
I'm 'bout that (nah), you ain't 'bout this
You ain't 'bout that, pull this grip on you, bouta bust your ass (yeah, I'm on that)
Yeah, I got the .30, he got the .30, everybody 730 (everybody 730)
I'm so bloody, he's so bloody, still cross out bloods (still cross out bloods)
Yeah, I'm so slimey (slimey), slime so grimey (okay, yeah)
I be crossin' niggas out (yeah)
I swear the same nigga tryna hang around my house (yeah)
Damn I can't help it (help it)
Givin' these niggas the blues (yeah)
Nigga I been in these streets (yeah)
Nigga been puttin' niggas really on the news (yeah)
Back in the days don't wanna hear about it (I don't wanna hear about it)
All these niggas really talk about it (talk)
Nigga, really, really live about it (swear)
Nigga, really been about it (yeah)
Nigga, better ask somebody (go ask)
Nigga, better know somebody (I'm on that)
Nigga, I kill somebody (I do that)
Nigga, been itchin' for a body (yeah)
Lately I been goin' crazy (cray)
Thinkin' I be thinkin' crazy (cray)
Nigga, I been thinkin' crazy (cray)
Nigga, I been thinkin' shady (shady)
Nigga, I don't know what I'm thinkin', I don't
I don't know what I'm thinkin', oh
Late nights I be clutchin' homie (clutchin', yeah)
I don't really trust nobody (I don't)
I don't really f*ck with nobody (that's right)
Really don't hang with nobody (swear?)
You know me I'm a loner (loner, yeah)
Tryna catch your bitch, I'ma bone her (bone her)
Blowin' big blunts I'm a stoner (stoner)
When it get done motherf*cka I'm a loner (loner)
Hell yeah that bitch (yeah)
I just be passin' these bitches (bitches)
I don't be cuffin' these bitches (yeah)
I just be f*ckin' all these bitches
I just give ho the stitches
I just be cuttin' bitches out, uh

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Writer: Quantavious T. Thomas, Pierre Bourne
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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