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Young Nudy - Battlefield Lyrics

Battlefield Song Lyrics
Battlefield by Young Nudy [Young Nudy:]
(20Rocket on this b**ch, so it's gon' knock)
sh*t, ooh
Goddamn, that motherf**ker just hit
Good God Almighty, uh
Ooh (Damn son), you got a blunt then go roll the f**k up with me mane (Damn slime)
You rock out

Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (Ooh)
Nigga can't be sweet, niggas get killed (Uh-uh)
Bouldercrest Road, turned that b**ch to a battlefield (Yeah)
Niggas get hunted like deer 'round here (Baow)
Hit a nigga up like a mountain (Mountain)
Disappear a nigga like a phantom (Phantom)
This a Kel-Tec, this is not no banana (Nah)
This a new b**ch, this a new nasty dancer (Yeah)
It get to hummin', that b**ch want some answers (Mmhm)
It get to bouncin' and movin', control (Yeah)
Bullet just twirl, they twirl (Yooh)
Nigga got put on the curb (Ooh)
Damn, they ass got served cold
Damn, his ass got curtains closed
Damn, they walked down two of those
Damn, we popped like five of those
We don't take no L's, they know (Uh-uh)

We gassed up, we cashed up, we turnt up
You f**ked up (Ooh), you niggas stuck on PP loans
I been spent your loan (Your loan, goddamn)
Damn, homie done been steppin' on sh*t
Got plenty sh*t to rap 'bout (Rap 'bout)
And you know I'm always steppin' sh*t, got too much in my styrofoam (Yeah)
Phone always ringing home (Yeah)
Blaze all day, night and long (Yeah)
Pull up, you can't call shots (Yeah)
Know the trap don't stop (Yeah)
Know my door stay swangin' (Yeah)
Know you come in my trap (Uh)
Know this b**ch really stankin' (Yeah)
Know this b**ch really loaded
Nun' but young niggas guns
Your big dawg in the kitchen
We count sh*t, no ones (Ones)
And they number them bags (Bags)
We been trappin' that swag (Swag)
We'll sell a nigga gas (Gas)
We can whip up glass (Glass, nigga)
We can get you some whip (Whip)
Then come spend you some chips (Spend some chips)
You can make sh*t flip (Yeah)
Double your money right here (Right, damn)
Right price, right here (Right here)
Real life, right here (Right here)
We get money when you outchea (Outchea)
Gottakeep a gun when you with them

Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (Ooh)
Nigga can't be sweet, niggas get killed (Uh-uh)
Bouldercrest Road, turned that b**ch to a battlefield (Yeah)
Niggas get hunted like deer 'round here (Baow)
Hit a nigga up like a mountain (Mountain)
Disappear a nigga like a phantom (Phantom)
This a Kel-Tec, this is not no banana (Nah)
This a new b**ch, this a new nasty dancer (Yeah)
It get to hummin', that b**ch want some answers (Mmhm)
It get to bouncin' and movin', control (Yeah)
Bullet just twirl, they twirl (Yooh)
Nigga got put on the curb (Ooh)
Damn, they ass got served cold (Ooh)
Damn, his ass got curtains closed (Ooh)
Damn, they walked down two of those
Damn, we popped like five of those
We don't take no L's, they know

[21 Lil Harold:]
Okay, start the beat, reverse the car
Bag it up, shoot him in his head,.45 tapped him up (Uh)
b**ches want to talk, but I be masked up
When the dogs land on the ground, they be mad as f**k (Pussy)
I gon' jack some (21), strip some, flip some (21)
H Dawg, nigga he'll rip some (21), twisted (21)
We some rich shooters, 'round my way, nigga
I'm knowing why they hating, niggas know I got this K nigga (21)
I got gun smoke, we can get a nigga by the day
Yeah I gun tote, nigga, keep a .45 on my waist
Why he run for? He seen them red beams up on his face (Pussy)
Me and cuzzo, when it come to opps we don't wan' play

[Young Nudy:]
Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (Ooh)
Nigga can't be sweet, niggas get killed (Uh-uh)
Bouldercrest Road, turned that b**ch to a battlefield (Yeah)
Niggas get hunted like deer 'round here (Baow)
Hit a nigga up like a mountain (Mountain)
Disappear a nigga like a phantom (Phantom)
This a Kel-Tec, this is not no banana (Nah)
This a new b**ch, this a new nasty dancer (Yeah)
It get to hummin', that b**ch want some answers (Mmhm)
It get to bouncin' and movin', control (Yeah)
Bullet just twirl, they twirl (Yooh)
Nigga got put on the curb (Ooh)
Damn, they ass got served cold (Ooh)
Damn, his ass got curtains closed (Ooh)
Damn, they walked down two of those
Damn, we popped like five of those
We don't take no L's, they know

Uh-uh, hahaha
Yeah, like that
Haha, like that, yeah, like that