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"4 GOD" is a track by Young Nudy, from the album PARADISE, released 8th August 2025. Full lyrics are available below.
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Fuck nigga, yeah
Yeah (Yo), hell you talkin' 'bout, boy? (COUPE)
[Chorus]
Play in these streets, gotta know what you dealin' with (Deal)
This shit come with death, nigga, and the penitentiary (Penitentiary)
Once you in this shit, know you gotta be all in (All in)
This that street shit, niggas gotta survive it (Gotta survive it)
I know niggas in the trap still slimy (Slimy)
Take a seven out of every bag, niggas still grimy (Grimy)
Gave that boy that whip, not glass, should've never tried it (Tried it)
I got somethin' you niggas ain't had, bitch nigga, catch a body (Bitch nigga, catch a body)
[Verse 1]
You'll see
I pop shit like I'm supposed to be
Got rich like I'm supposed to be (Supposed to be)
I talk this shit 'cause you niggas notice me (You noticе me)
A big dog, nigga, from the East (East)
And nobody nevеr told me how to be (How to be)
Every day, nigga, you know I'm doin' me (I'm doin' me)
Better get some paper, nigga, only way you're gonna be (Way you're gonna be)
A rich nigga like me (Like me, yeah)
Fuck a nigga bitch, that's his wifey (Wifey, damn)
It don't take too much, couple dollars and some Nikes (Yeah)
You disrespect the Slime, put you on a white tee (On a white tee)
Hell yeah, and I'm icy (I'm icy, yeah)
Cup full of lean, not no iced tea (Not no iced tea)
Yeah, nigga, you don't like me (You don't like me)
I got money, it excite me (It excite me)
[Verse 2]
To shit on broke niggas (Yeah), make a nigga mad (Mad)
Pull up in that red 'Vette shittin' on they ass (Did)
Two hundred all my cars, everything, I dash (Everything, I dash)
I don't drive slow, baby, I just drive fast (I just drive fast)
I'm a Zone 6 nigga (Yeah), I'm a Paradise nigga (EA-ski)
I'm a real brick nigga, man, this shit for life, nigga (This shit for life, bitch)
Yeah, you know I'm screamin' 4 God, that's for life, nigga (Ayy, that's for life, nigga)
Only nigga I let ride with me 'cause I ain't like niggas ('Cause I ain't like niggas)
He'll protect me with his life, nigga (On God)
Know that shit vice versa, wish I was there when they took your life, nigga (What?)
Know they would've had to murk me (Tellin' you)
But I know my dog, he ain't trippin'
We know what come with this shit (I'm tellin' you)
[Chorus]
Play in these streets, gotta know what you dealin' with (Deal)
This shit come with death, nigga, and the penitentiary (Penitentiary)
Once you in this shit, know you gotta be all in (All in)
This that street shit, niggas gotta survive it (Gotta survive it)
I know niggas in the trap still slimy (Slimy)
Take a seven out of every bag, niggas still grimy (Grimy)
Gave that boy that whip, not glass, should've never tried it (Tried it)
I got somethin' you niggas ain't had, bitch nigga, catch a body (Bitch nigga, catch a body)Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
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