Young Thugs

Lyrics

She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in
 Yeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah
 Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky
 I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret
 I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland
 She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it
 I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started
 She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy
 Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley
 Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie
 I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race
 Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say
 Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)
 Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day
 I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake
 We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?
 Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake
 Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late
 I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan
 I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran
 I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands
 I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan
 Where your bitch at? No, not that one
 Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'
 Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands
 On the island, no dressin'
 I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent
 I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation
 Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?
 Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden
 Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you
 Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'
 Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs
 Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades
 Higher than a escalator any day
 I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede
 But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds
 These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade
 Damn, this might be coward day
 Yeah, this might be powder day
 Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us
 Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us
 But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns
 Nigga, you can shoot us, hey
 And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless
 I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no
 And we the best, every time we come around
 Boy, they root for us, true
 And everybody hate Chris
 But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah
 Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us
 Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus
 Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer
 She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty
 She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit
 Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die
 All I want is that head and that ain't no lie
 Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'
 These niggas vibe faker than a puppet

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Duration
03:43
Tempo
98 BPM

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