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DR. EV4L Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Nudy
Length: 2:59
Written by: Quantavious T. Thomas




Young Nudy - DR. EV4L Lyrics
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Ooh-wee, Slimeball (huh)
Yeah, Slimeball (ayy, Mahd, tell 'em turn that noixe off)
Ooh-wee (Slimeball)
Okay, I'm doin' it one time
I ain't, I ain't gon' do this shit no more my nigga (Slimeball, Slimeball)

Nigga want smoke, your nigga can't get it back (yeah)
We up four bodies, they not feelin' that (nah)
Ain't none pussy 'bout me, I don't talk about it
I don't entertain, I get niggas whacked (whacked)
Mention my name, that how it go down (what?)
I get a nigga splat, they know that they jacked (what?)
Niggas sayin' that they lookin' for me, might not look hard enough
You know what I'm at (know where I'm at)
Fire with the middle finger, know that blatt (huh)
I got a gun, you playin', you splat (yeah)
Turn you into a memory, nigga, have you on a t-shirt or turned to a tat (tell 'em)
Everything I'm sayin', know that it's facts (facts)
Big bankroll on me, 'member white-facing niggas but they know that I'm black
And I'm racist 'cause I like to get a nigga whacked (whacked)

God started blessin' me
Broke-ass nigga, he cannot stand next to me (huh)
Nigga, you testin' me, pull out the gun and tell a nigga "R.I.P." (yeah)
Now it's over for him, nigga thought shit was a joke 'til I pull out on him (yeah)
Know I keep the pole, it like a genie, it make a nigga disappear (for real)
Yeah, now I'm up on 'em (ooh)
I got more money, I got more bodies than them (word?)
I can't f*ck with them, they start snitchin', but we start beefin' with them (wow)
Look at buddy them, broke as hell, I cannot be like them (damn buddy)
All of the ice and the diamond been gleam (ooh)
I'm gettin' money, more pockets of cheese (loaded)
Smokin' the grass and my eye is Chinese (gassy)
Bon Appetit, everybody gon' eat (ooh)
Nothing but steak, nothing but lobsters and crab
Gotta go feed my whole team (full)
I'm gettin' money, my team gotta eat (what?)
You gettin' money, your team is so weak
You havin' money, not fit in your piece (huh?)
Guess you niggas wasn't built like me (how that work?)

Nigga want smoke, your nigga can't get it back (yeah)
We up four bodies, they not feelin' that (nah)
Ain't none pussy 'bout me, I don't talk about it
I don't entertain, I get niggas whacked (whacked)
Mention my name, that how it go down (what?)
I get a nigga splat, they know that they jacked (what?)
Niggas sayin' that they lookin' for me, might not look hard enough
You know what I'm at (know where I'm at)
Fire with the middle finger, know that blatt (huh)
I got a gun, you playin', you splat (yeah)
Turn you into a memory, nigga, have you on a t-shirt or turned to a tat (tell 'em)
Everything I'm sayin', know that it's facts (facts)
Big bankroll on me, 'member white-facing niggas but they know that I'm black
And I'm racist 'cause I like to get a nigga whacked (whacked)

I keep it real when you niggas don't (ah)
I get the money when these niggas can't (yeah, nigga)
Fresher nigga when I step in the bank (cash)
Shoot a motherf*cker straight in his face (wow-wow-wow)
For the money though, keep it real (you know it)
Touchin' me, nigga, you know you gettin' killed (huh?)
I got them niggas, they love to go kill (huh?)
Get the money, call of duty the field (yeah)
Battlefield, nigga, I don't think that you ready (what)
I got them guns and I send 'em to heaven (what)
Listen, back-tie that boy (okay)
Oh my God, they can't find that boy (okay)
Try Slimeball, that there suicide (what?)
Get on the phone while I wind that boy (while I wind that boy)
Can't bring time back, ain't no gettin' back, hahaha

Nigga want smoke, your nigga can't get it back (yeah)
We up four bodies, they not feelin' that (nah)
Ain't none pussy 'bout me, I don't talk about it
I don't entertain, I get niggas whacked (whacked)
Mention my name, that how it go down (what?)
I get a nigga splat, they know that they jacked (what?)
Niggas sayin' that they lookin' for me, might not look hard enough
You know what I'm at (know where I'm at)
Fire with the middle finger, know that blatt (huh)
I got a gun, you playin', you splat (yeah)
Turn you into a memory, nigga, have you on a t-shirt or turned to a tat (tell 'em)
Everything I'm sayin', know that it's facts (facts)
Big bankroll on me, 'member white-facing niggas but they know that I'm black
And I'm racist 'cause I like to get a nigga whacked (whacked)

Them facts, everybody knowin' that
F*ck you sayin'?
Wow
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Ooh-wee, Slimeball (huh)
Yeah, Slimeball (ayy, Mahd, tell 'em turn that noixe off)
Ooh-wee (Slimeball)
Okay, I'm doin' it one time
I ain't, I ain't gon' do this shit no more my nigga (Slimeball, Slimeball)

Nigga want smoke, your nigga can't get it back (yeah)
We up four bodies, they not feelin' that (nah)
Ain't none pussy 'bout me, I don't talk about it
I don't entertain, I get niggas whacked (whacked)
Mention my name, that how it go down (what?)
I get a nigga splat, they know that they jacked (what?)
Niggas sayin' that they lookin' for me, might not look hard enough
You know what I'm at (know where I'm at)
Fire with the middle finger, know that blatt (huh)
I got a gun, you playin', you splat (yeah)
Turn you into a memory, nigga, have you on a t-shirt or turned to a tat (tell 'em)
Everything I'm sayin', know that it's facts (facts)
Big bankroll on me, 'member white-facing niggas but they know that I'm black
And I'm racist 'cause I like to get a nigga whacked (whacked)

God started blessin' me
Broke-ass nigga, he cannot stand next to me (huh)
Nigga, you testin' me, pull out the gun and tell a nigga "R.I.P." (yeah)
Now it's over for him, nigga thought shit was a joke 'til I pull out on him (yeah)
Know I keep the pole, it like a genie, it make a nigga disappear (for real)
Yeah, now I'm up on 'em (ooh)
I got more money, I got more bodies than them (word?)
I can't f*ck with them, they start snitchin', but we start beefin' with them (wow)
Look at buddy them, broke as hell, I cannot be like them (damn buddy)
All of the ice and the diamond been gleam (ooh)
I'm gettin' money, more pockets of cheese (loaded)
Smokin' the grass and my eye is Chinese (gassy)
Bon Appetit, everybody gon' eat (ooh)
Nothing but steak, nothing but lobsters and crab
Gotta go feed my whole team (full)
I'm gettin' money, my team gotta eat (what?)
You gettin' money, your team is so weak
You havin' money, not fit in your piece (huh?)
Guess you niggas wasn't built like me (how that work?)

Nigga want smoke, your nigga can't get it back (yeah)
We up four bodies, they not feelin' that (nah)
Ain't none pussy 'bout me, I don't talk about it
I don't entertain, I get niggas whacked (whacked)
Mention my name, that how it go down (what?)
I get a nigga splat, they know that they jacked (what?)
Niggas sayin' that they lookin' for me, might not look hard enough
You know what I'm at (know where I'm at)
Fire with the middle finger, know that blatt (huh)
I got a gun, you playin', you splat (yeah)
Turn you into a memory, nigga, have you on a t-shirt or turned to a tat (tell 'em)
Everything I'm sayin', know that it's facts (facts)
Big bankroll on me, 'member white-facing niggas but they know that I'm black
And I'm racist 'cause I like to get a nigga whacked (whacked)

I keep it real when you niggas don't (ah)
I get the money when these niggas can't (yeah, nigga)
Fresher nigga when I step in the bank (cash)
Shoot a motherf*cker straight in his face (wow-wow-wow)
For the money though, keep it real (you know it)
Touchin' me, nigga, you know you gettin' killed (huh?)
I got them niggas, they love to go kill (huh?)
Get the money, call of duty the field (yeah)
Battlefield, nigga, I don't think that you ready (what)
I got them guns and I send 'em to heaven (what)
Listen, back-tie that boy (okay)
Oh my God, they can't find that boy (okay)
Try Slimeball, that there suicide (what?)
Get on the phone while I wind that boy (while I wind that boy)
Can't bring time back, ain't no gettin' back, hahaha

Nigga want smoke, your nigga can't get it back (yeah)
We up four bodies, they not feelin' that (nah)
Ain't none pussy 'bout me, I don't talk about it
I don't entertain, I get niggas whacked (whacked)
Mention my name, that how it go down (what?)
I get a nigga splat, they know that they jacked (what?)
Niggas sayin' that they lookin' for me, might not look hard enough
You know what I'm at (know where I'm at)
Fire with the middle finger, know that blatt (huh)
I got a gun, you playin', you splat (yeah)
Turn you into a memory, nigga, have you on a t-shirt or turned to a tat (tell 'em)
Everything I'm sayin', know that it's facts (facts)
Big bankroll on me, 'member white-facing niggas but they know that I'm black
And I'm racist 'cause I like to get a nigga whacked (whacked)

Them facts, everybody knowin' that
F*ck you sayin'?
Wow
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Writer: Quantavious T. Thomas
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