MP3: Young Nudy – Pancake

Pancake by Young Nudy

Pancake, the latest hit song from "Young Nudy," a prolific maker of bangers, is available here. This week saw the unquestionably release of one of the biggest hits, and you can depend on us to always give you the best.

This most recent difficult project, "Young Nudy - Pancake," is certain to reach the top of the charts because it is clear that the team responsible put their all into the work's execution.

From the collection of African drums and percussion found in "Young Nudy - Pancake" to the amazing vocal laying and thought-provoking lyrics combined with the customary mixing and mastering.

• "MUSIC FILE DETAILS"
• Author: Rõçky Bøy
• Artist(s): Young Nudy
• Track: Pancake
• Music category: Audio/mpeg
• Released Date: 2023

Since we all know the vibe never dies, we can categorically state that "Young Nudy - Pancake" is one hard work that will disrupt the airwaves for a while. This weekend, the producer "Young Nudy" announced a new release on Twitter and other social media sites, and you can stream it on DSP all over the world.

This song, "Pancake," is already bombing on well-known streaming services like Audiomack, Youtube Music, and Apple Music. It is without a doubt a delight to your ears and will melt hearts.

“Pancake Lyrics”

COUPE
Work, perky, okay

Splat, pull up in a cat
Whole neighborhood see that I got racks (that I got racks)
Never told on a nigga, not a rat (not a rat)
Do some foul shit my nigga, boy you wack (boy you wack)
All that clown shit, gun you down quick (gun you down quick)
Laughing with the stick (I’m laughing, I did)
Blast a lot of shit, and when I blast, I don’t miss (Uh, uh)
Young rich shooter shit (Young shooter)
Glock, no Ruger, bitch (No Rugers)

Baby want a Birky, slime just want a perky (perky)
I’m in the trap, I’m just working (I’m just working)
Bad ass lil’ bitch, she stay flirting (Uh huh)
I can tell she just want to suck me (yeah)
I’m just fuckin’, ain’t no lovin’
All I love is fucking money (fucking money)
Baby, I can’t never cuff you
We can kick it, I won’t trust you (I won’t trust you, cap bitch)
You ain’t fucking, get up out the spot, babygirl, I’mma rush you (damn)
And this choppa right here by my side, I got this bitch from Russia (choppa from Russia)
And we sipping real lean in this spot, it ain’t no Robitussin (‘tussin, yeah)
And I know you like a rich nigga, that’s why you wanna fuck me (wanna fuck me)

Splat, pull up in a cat
Whole neighborhood see that I got racks (that I got racks)
Never told on a nigga, not a rat (not a rat)
Do some foul shit my nigga, boy you wack (boy you wack)
All that clown shit, gun you down quick (gun you down quick)
Laughing with the stick (I’m laughing, I did)
Blast a lot of shit, and when I blast, I don’t miss (Uh, uh)
Young rich shooter shit (Young shooter)
Glock, no Ruger, bitch (No Rugers)

Counting a hundred right here in her face (yeah)
She never seen this much before, ’til the bitch came in here with the gang
I’m [?] for nigga done changed
You get no money? She telling you lame
You thinking you got it, that bitch really [?]
She like all the ice and the Instagram fame (ice, yeah)
You know how I got it, you know I’m not lame
You know I be ballin’, this shit is a game (game)
You know that she get it, ’cause she love my name
Hundreds and fifties, you know that’s my main
Stack ’bout a hundred, I gotta maintain
So many [?] got to my name
I walk in the club, I’m making it rain (I’m making it rain)
Throw a lil’ dub, this shit not a thing (this shit not a thing)
That’s a lil’ shit I’d put on your brain (pussy)
See them running, nigga, think about that
Brainstorming ’bout some money, nigga, I don’t want to bust some racks
Keeping it real with myself, I’m telling myself, “that was facts” (facts, nigga)
That nigga had played, he whacked (facts, facts)

Splat, pull up in a cat
Whole neighborhood see that I got racks (that I got racks)
Never told on a nigga, not a rat (not a rat)
Do some foul shit my nigga, boy you wack (boy you wack)
All that clown shit, gun you down quick (gun you down quick)
Laughing with the stick (I’m laughing, I did)
Blast a lot of shit, and when I blast, I don’t miss (Uh, uh)
Young rich shooter shit (Young shooter)
Glock, no Ruger, bitch (No Rugers)

Do some shit, can’t come back from that shit, you know I’m with (I’m with it)
Money, go and get (I get it)
Rob him for his brick (his brick)
Got your dog with you, know that [?] it’s a split
Why he acting bitch? (Bitchin’)
He ain’t going in the spot with you, so you kept the shit (Fuck ’em)

Fuck that shit, nigga
Fuck ’em, nigga
That’s what I do every time (Pussy nigga)
(Fuck you)