young thug & carnage - guadalajara lyrics
[intro]
the bag, oh
jeffery
[verse 1]
these watches, they rollies, n-gg-
these hoes, they f-ck a n-gg-
i f-ck ’round and buss a n-gg-
they’ll f-ck ’round, be bussin’ n-gg-s
down to the hospital
now you a vegetable, n-gg-
you gotta learn everything over
uh, give ’em a tricycle
[chorus]
i get that dope from a mexican
i put that d-ck in her b-tt again
f-ck ’round, get left in the cut again
f-ck ’round, get left with a mug again
i’m ’bout to pull up like what again
i’m ’bout to stop when she nut again
i got ten clocks in my clutch again
call up my boys and they rush again
they gon’ do what imma say
i just got a bad b-tch naked, yeah
i’ma keep my flag to the right, yeah
been hittin’ like a deer in headlights, yeah
i just got some bags and some bricks
i just got some bad lookin’ b-tches
playing with the dog like a kitty
i’ma put some scabs on them b-tches
[verse 2]
we get ’em back when we roll ’em in
i know too much to be broke again
i know some b-tches that’s trill as them
when you do right it keep comin’ in
peel a loaf of bread on ’em
wheat, wheat timbs with some green on it
buy the b-tch a bag with céline on it
buy the b-tch a gl-ss with some lean on it (slatt slatt slatt slatt!!)
i just made a way for the bros
hop up out the wraith on these hoes, yeah
all my diamonds stained and they froze
i look at y’all n-gg-s like jokes
i just poured a deuce in a jones
i just made the mothaf-cka strong
i’ma pop purp when i bone
them b-tches make you f-ck ’em mad long
[chorus]
i get that dope from a mexican
i put that d-ck in her b-tt again
f-ck ’round, get left in the cut again
f-ck ’round, get left with a mug again
i’m ’bout to pull up like what again
i’m ’bout to stop when she nut again
i got ten clocks in my clutch again
call up my boys and they rush again
they gon’ do what imma say
i just got a bad b-tch naked, yeah
i’ma keep my flag to the right, yeah
been hittin’ like a deer in headlights, yeah
i just got some bags and some bricks
i just got some bad lookin’ b-tches
playing with the dog like a kitty
i’ma put some scabs on them b-tches
[verse 3]
n-gg-, i’ma deep when i’m sleep
flooded og through the streets
teach you how to do it like dis
n-gg-‘s diamonds hotter than a beach, yeah
dc, gotta f-ck with meek
dc, gotta f-ck with gleesh
deep sea, diamonds need fish
species, what the f-ck is this?
yeah, i got big bands on the road
i got bad b-tches takin’ notes
runnin’ up the credit and the loans
cut the b-tch a check and get gone (hey)
i can be a hands-full
i got the bands like i just hit the lotto
i got a big bag, yeah that’s where the cash go
a n-gg-‘s diamonds yellow like a ref flag though
(slatt slatt slatt slatt!!)
[chorus]
i get that dope from a mexican
i put that d-ck in her b-tt again
f-ck ’round, get left in the cut again
f-ck ’round, get left with a mug again
i’m ’bout to pull up like what again
i’m ’bout to stop when she nut again
i got ten clocks in my clutch again
call up my boys and they rush again
they gon’ do what imma say
i just got a bad b-tch naked, yeah
i’ma keep my flag to the right, yeah
been hittin’ like a deer in headlights, yeah
i just got some bags and some bricks
i just got some bad lookin’ b-tches
playing with the dog like a kitty
i’ma put some scabs on them b-tches
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