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gucci mane – danny glover lyrics

[intro]
chopstars
dj candlestick
og ron c
still ridin’ round with that snappy sh+t, man
if you don’t see chopstars, you got slopped up, not chopped up
oh, yeah
808 mafia

[chorus: young thug]
okay, cool, okay, bool, i love her
i’ma save her, yes, like danny glover
i’ma call my papi for her, f+ck the mother
i pass them a molly, now they kiss each+other (hot)

[refrain: young thug]
every time i f+ck, i gotta hit me least like two b+tches
boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
foreign car outside, that b+tch got two digits
money stand like eight feet just like two midgets

[verse 1: young thug]
who the f+ck told you that young thugger thugger don’t f+ck up the beat?
i got six cars, and i also got rentals, and all of ’em tintеd
no, i’m not nipsey, not from l.a., but i got keys to the city
i f+ck it, i suck it, i bеat it down, then she beat me to the ceiling
stoner my lifestyle
i’m livin’ too wild
i came to make you proud
that money keep her around
in love with her head, i can’t turn it down
can’t wait for my time to come back around
she see that you don’t got lil haiti’s style
plus i just seen snoop on girls gone wild
i just bought a bentley and a b+tch came with it
young rich n+gga hittin’ million dollar l!cks
balling in new york like a motherf+cking knick
you better have them racks, you ever want to hear me spit
and everywhere i go i gotta pass like the staff
i’m goin’ off top like a motherf+ckin’ lay up
357, six shots like al
i left ten bands in a motherf+ckin’ cab
[chorus: young thug]
okay, cool, okay, bool, i love her
i’ma save her, yes, like danny glover
i’ma call my papi for her, f+ck the mother
i pass them a molly, now they kiss each+other (hot)

[verse 2: nicki minaj]
every time i come out, i ain’t ever with no new b+tches
these b+tches is stealing, i’ma sue b+tches
dripping down his d+ck, this p+ssy too vicious (vicious)
every time i f+ck him, i say “whose is it?”
yo! who the f+ck told ’em that, “they was like nicki? oh no, b+tches didn’t!”
i’ma give b+tches a minute of shine, then i’ll tell ’em good riddance (good riddance)
to raise a child, it might take a village
but i wouldn’t know, cause these b+tches my sons
yes, they was, and they still is
gave him the kitten, now that n+gga smitten
told him to hop in my foreign, and then i said, “no, i’m just kiddin’!”
h+ll of a livin’, you b+tches on chitlins
when i come out of my mansion, i sprinkle some bread to the pigeons
b+b+b+b+but, b+tches is lyin’, they lyin’, they lyin’, they lie in they bio
so i ain’t f+ckin’ with chickens unless i got pico de gallo
girls is plottin’, what more could they steal?
tell justin timberlake, that i am comin’ for jessica biel
b+tch, i’m a star+rah, you n+ggas, i holla tomorrow
doors go up, ’cause i am too rich to cop a gallardo
no regular doors, on aventadors
painted it pink, just so i could take pictures, while you rented yours
h+h+h+h+ll of a ticket, h+h+h+h+h+ll of a price
i want it, i get it, i wire the money, i never think twice
i am not g+y, but let’s be precise
’cause if she pretty then watch it, ’cause i’ma be f+ckin’ ya wife
[refrain: young thug]
every time i f+ck, i gotta hit me least like two b+tches
boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
foreign car outside, that b+tch got two digits
money stand like eight feet just like two midgets

[verse 3: young thug]
i knew i was gonna run my money up and everybody didn’t
all these n+ggas p+ssy n+ggas, tellin’ on they partner
hope the p+ssy n+gga get a bigger sentence
p+ssy n+gga play, i’m coming back with the k
and i’ma shoot that motherf+cker ’til he livid
b+tches wanna see a n+gga thumb through it fast
i’ma name myself young thug attendant
hundred bands at a time i fronted you bags, but you
i don’t like using profanity, but the young thugger will cut you
all of my cups are muddy i f+ck my b+tches’ buddies
i just want nut like buddy, all of my b+tches buddies
panamera with the tinted roof
all the n+ggas dogs goin’, “roof”
top notch shawty, n+gga ring came with karats
young n+gga rich, jewelry colder than the attic
if she ain’t a virgin, then that b+tch is only average
i can’t even hear ya, baby, get rid of the static
i can’t learn a b+tch, but i learned mathematics
i just ball her down whenever she call my pattern
[chorus: young thug]
okay, cool, okay, bool, i love her
i’ma save her, yes, like danny glover
i’ma call my papi for her, f+ck the mother
i pass them a molly, now they kiss each+other (hot)

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