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Young Nudy – Blue Cheese Salad Lyrics

Blue Cheese Salad by Young Nudy

(Eat ’em up, eat ’em up, eat ’em up, eat ’em up, eat ’em up, eat ’em up)
Haha
I told you, I only make stoner music
Gangster music, killer music
F— your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE)
Yeah

She say boss up, so I drop the top on that b—- (Roll up)
She wasn’t f—–’ with me when I ain’t have s—, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I’m gettin’, I ain’t givin’ s— (Yeah)
I be in the trap spot countin’ up, tryna add it (Yeah)
F— a ho, won’t blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
B—-, I live a savage life, and b—-, I’m livin’ lavish (Yeah)
I’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that s— to blue cheese (Yeah)

N—- mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah)
B—- say I paid for it, you sound crazy, b—-, please
Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G
Throw back me an Adderall and then I f— that ho to sleep
Wake that b—- up on a Perky
Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin’
Pop that p—-, baby girl, keep twerkin’
F— you so good, I swear I won’t hurt it
Tighten that p—-, make it feel like a virgin
Grind on this d—, baby girl, keep workin’
Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it
Bounce on this d—, baby, act like you want it
F— a lotta hoes, you not the only
Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn’t want me
Say that I f—–, that I f—– all her homies
Let in my bed nothin’ but bad b—— only
F— on a thot, s— me up, I don’t want her
Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her
I’ma keep this s— one hundred, yeah, y’all n—– not one hundred, yeah

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She say boss up, so I drop the top on that b—- (Yeah)
She wasn’t f—–’ with me when I ain’t have s—, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I’m gettin’, I ain’t givin’ s— (B—-)
I be in the trap spot countin’ up, tryna add it (Add it)
F— a ho, won’t blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
B—-, I live a savage life, and b—-, I’m livin’ lavish (Yeah)
I’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that s— to blue cheese

N—- wanna kill ’bout a b—- (Yes, sir)
Nah, n—-, I don’t want her, yeah
And I’m real ’bout this s—, n—-
Nah, n—-, I ain’t Gunna, yeah (Nah)
I got lot of b—— ’round my way (Lot of ’em)
All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters)
And I’m big time stunner, yeah (Stunner)
When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah)
Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah)
Runnin’ the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?)
They was tellin’ her that I was bustin’ guns
I was tellin’ mama, “Uh-uh, uh-uh” (No, uh-uh)
Keep this s— one hundred, yeah
I was raised by mama, yeah
Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah
Thirteen, carryin’ that thunder, yeah
Mama had kicked me out the house ’cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh)
Now I’m in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer)
Kick a n—- door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama)
Robbed my first n—- for a hundred, yeah (Hundred)
I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K
N—-, that’s a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir)

She say boss up, so I drop the top on that b—- (Yeah)
She wasn’t f—–’ with me when I ain’t have s—, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I’m gettin’, I ain’t givin’ s— (B—-)
I be in the trap spot countin’ up, tryna add it (Yeah)
F— a ho, won’t blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
B—-, I live a savage life, and b—-, I’m livin’ lavish (Yeah)
I’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that s— to blue cheese (Blue cheese)

Uh, yeah
Hahahaha
The f—, n—-?
Hah, b—-, yeah

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