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young dro – ugh (remix) lyrics

[intro: young dro]
i sit higher
rich homie quan!
i can dig that
i can dig that

[hook: young dro]
hey i’m supplying all the buyers
my chevy sit higher
30 inch tires tires
i’m poppin’ off fire
say he fresh well he a liar
see your b-tch and i can buy her
supplying all the buyers
you know i sit higher

[verse 1: young dro]
chevy sit high, n-gg- did that
break a b-tch out like kit kat
gucci with the louie n-gg-, mix match
40 round 40 n-gg- get back
whole bunch of crack, n-gg-, flip that
dro gotta sack, did ya get that?
bet your whole wig get flipped back
big dog hang with the big cat
get right, street n-gg-, flow 6 stacks
get you knocked off for some knickknacks
f-ck n-gg- yelling where your b-tch at?
6 n-gg-s knocked off 6 stacks
bankhead n-gg-, where the bricks at?
red dog coming, where the bricks at?
breakin’ down dimes, where the nicks at?
snoop dogg, smoking on a zig zag
200 hundred on the dash, n-gg-, did that
4 5 slug where your wig at
oink oink, n-gg- where the pigs at?
ponytail n-gg-s speak pig latin
run it up ’til you get a big sack
and your chick want d-ck at
baby gon’ be where [?] at
44, gun check, click clack

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
old school with a tropicana
right back pocket, bandana
it’s your hoe then i put her on camera
f-ck that b-tch the p-ss her
to dro cause he say he wanna smash her
so i had to let my brother
you know what that mean, he f-cked her
come here
fast on these n-gg-s
come here
pull up with a hundred pistols
servin’ n-gg-s in margiela
goodfellas, cartellin’
porsche coupe carerra
inside marshmallow like…
i got a bank like a teller (come here)
ain’t nothin’ she could tell me (come here)
me and dro, you smell me?
i bet you don’t, cause your nose stopped up
you’ve been snortin’ dope
you ain’t been gettin’ money like us
you ain’t like us
flexin’ on these n-gg-s like ugh

[verse 3: young dro]
this 3 door whip no 4 door
hopping out the b-tch with a .44
shoot him in the face, where your nose go?
with me your b-tch going where you ho go?
with a chocolate thick b-tch named coco
capitol homes, booke and bobo
we don’t go to sleep b-tch we take no doze
30 deep running from the popo
benz with a 40 in the console
riding round thinking about poncho
break it down, b-tch, we got honcho
stiring up shit like gumbo
knock a n-gg- -ss out, one blow
blow a n-gg- -ss out the front door
k!ll a n-gg- act k!ll one more
im a real k!ller, what i gotta front for?
i’ll put a n-gg- -ss in the trunk tho
keep a n-gg- -ss for a month tho
n-gg- i’ll smoke a n-gg- -ss like a blunt tho
my b-tch indian, no tonto
put swamp things floatin’ where your face at
you a dope dealer? n-gg- where your case at?
i take food where they say grace at
i’m a bad boy, n-gg- where the ma$e at?

- young dro lyrics

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