LYRIC
Pot Roast Lyrics by Young Nudy, from the album “Gumbo“, music has been produced by COUPE, and Pot Roast song lyrics are penned down by Young Nudy & COUPE.
Pot Roast Lyrics
Hahaha
Shit, yeah
(COUPE)
Motherfucker lit
They got me high
I got G.I. Joes, big gun, bitch, then we wylin’, private sense
C4, and I’m big dawg, B-E-O, play with me, we cut your throat
Yeah, believe in a Perc’, smokin’ a nigga, like Purpp
Star friends on my face, I can’t see shit, like I’m Urk
Trappin’ whenever my thing, nigga, I could not be no worker
Clock it and let it bang, take some shit from out they workers
Damn, nigga, my main, I can see how that bitch work
Had to up my aim and I had to up my name
Y’all niggas had big dogs, ain’t nobody with [?]
Everybody sellin’ drugs in my hood, nigga, we’re runnin’ a [?]
Niggas know what’s up with all the shooters
And robbers, yeah, they all follow mе
Takin’ shit was never a problem
Takе down, big fish shit, like Willie B
Bentley truck, why’d you a goldfish to me?
Have you ever robbed a robber, pussy?
Have you ever killed a killer, bully?
.44 bulldog, wish it was fully (On God, nigga)
All of my life revolve with guns
You ain’t got no gun, then run
My clip’ gon’ shoot, moments on
I got G.I. Joes, big gun, bitch, then we wylin’, private sense
C4, and I’m big dawg, B-E-O, play with me, we cut your throat
Yeah, believe in a Perc’, smokin’ a nigga, like Purpp-le
Star friends on my face, I can’t see shit, like I’m Urkel
Trappin’ whenever my thing, nigga, I could not be no worker
Clock it and let it bang, take some shit from all they workers
Damn, nigga, my main, I can see how that bitch work
Had to up my aim and I had to up my name
Bitch, you know I’m the dangerous one (For real)
They hate, ’cause I’m the famous one
Nah, for real, nigga, my life real, like rich shooter
I’m the one that sends the shooters
My shooter don’t call my Call of Duty
Last time, nigga, just for a hundred
Whole lot of money, hallelujah
I might spin that bitch with my partner
Double-back, we alley-oop him (Had to dunk)
Back in, back in, back on stage, walk in the club
And get a fifty-ball and I ain’t have to rap a thing
Damn, I came a long way from rappin’, nigga, just like I’m Wayne
If you switch on me, you stuck on the other side, you can die
Got no remorse for my enemy, most of them niggas fried
I’m the type of nigga that a pussy nigga can not trie (Never)
Get your name and roll it up in paper, call you, they exotic
And your folks gon’ back up for that paper, boy, this shit get fire
I got G.I. Joes, big gun, bitch, then we wylin’, private sense
C4, and I’m big dawg, B-E-O, play with me, we cut your throat
Yeah, believe in a Perc’, smokin’ a nigga, like Purpp
Star friends on my face, I can’t see shit, like I’m Urk
Trappin’ whenever my thing, nigga, I could not be no worker
Clock it and let it bang, take some shit from out they workers
Damn, nigga, my main, I can see how that bitch work
Had to up my aim and I had to up my name
SONG INFO:
Song: M.R.E.
Album: Gumbo (2023)
Singer: Young Nudy
Music: COUPE
Lyrics: Young Nudy & COUPE
