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future & young thug - group home lyrics

[intro: young thug]
i cheated on my fears, yeah
i broke up with my doubts, yeah
got engaged with my faith, yeah
and now i’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah

[chorus: future]
i don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
i spill codeine when i p-ss
i’m on it, i’m on it, i can’t forget
you can’t cry over scars this permanent
i put a patek in traffic like pablo escobar
i adapted, immaculate, i’m goin’ extravagant
hey, say my new tone earth tone, i can’t do wrong
we change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[verse 1: future]
off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
cain and able are both, brave one man, two impeccable
i talked to jesus christ on my worst day
he made me a millionaire, i’m talkin’ to him every day
all my little wonder if they can go out in escalade
i share all my b-tches with you besides my main b-tch
i left my past behind with new millennium
i left my heart in the streets, i’m imperial
had to find time to manage my residuals
i deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
i’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
i pistol whip a j for three dollars, you better not owe me
yeah, i robbed a n-gg- in broad daylight the first day i had jacoby, yeah
he don’t know i finessed him
’cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
went out the backdoor, took the blame
’cause i knew t-money was gon’ blow out his brains
i’m back from the grave, i’m d-mn near insane
i saw so much crack, i got yayo still in my veins

[verse 2: young thug]
’bout to wcw my b-tch friend on two rooms
got a black 45 fn, i don’t do chrome
f-ck these n-gg-s, i’m kickin’ ’em out the loot, woah
i just got a plain jane patek and it’s two-toned (two, two)
i dress up like it’s elastic, yeah
12 cartridge for these b-st-rds, yeah
swiggy swaggy, i’ma devil, yeah
i got the sh-ts in cali (cali)
i got the kids a denali (swerve)
i bulletproof all the windows (on god)
i’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (blat)
blue diamonds like an avatar (yeah)
cut you off and dodge you like a f-ckin’ charger (charger)
i showed i liked her but i still didn’t get her
i got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (night to mornin’, yeah)
you can f-ck every one of my hoes except my main (main b-tch)
it’s too hard to dedicate to you, i’m so scared of shame
i don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause i’m doin’ the same thing
my b-tches temporary like st-tches
you and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but b-tches
yeah

- future young thug lyrics

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