young thug feat. birdman - constantly hating (feat. birdman) lyrics
pour that sh-t up fool, it’s ours. monster! man so you ain’t gonna pour? oh so you’re gonna make a n-gg- beg you to pour… okay bool
hopped out my mothaf-ckin’ bed
hopped in the mothaf-ckin’ coupe (skrrrrr)
pulled up on the birdman (brrrrr)
i’m a beast, i’m a beast, i’m a mobster
you got 50 whole bands, you’ll be my sponsor (just for the night)
them snakes on the plane, me and cognac-conda (condas)
i might piece him up and let my partner smoke him
chuck e cheese, i’m about pizza and my rol’ on
i’m a gangster, i don’t dance, baby i poke
right now i’m surrounded by some gangsters from magnolia
i heard i put it in the spot, yessir she told me
my n-gg-s muggin’, these n-gg-s ysl loaded
i heard my nolia n-gg-s not friendly, like no way
but we not friendly either, you know it
yeah thumbs up
i’ve seen more holes than a golf course on donald trump’s course
my b-tch a tall blooded horse, n-gg-, bronco
and if you catch us down bet you’re not gon’ trunk us
you got a body, lil n-gg-, we got a ton of ’em
you got some robin’s, lil n-gg-, we got some badmans
i let that choppa go “blocka, blocka, ” get back, son
you got them mjs, n-gg-, i got them jacksons (racks)
but really what is it to do
when the whole world constantly hatin’ on you?
p-ssy n-gg-s hold their nuts, masturbatin’ on you
meanwhile the f-ckin’ federal baitin’ on you
n-gg- tell me what you do
would you stand up or would you turn to a p-ssy n-gg-?
i got a hundred things to do
and i can stop rappin’ but i can’t stop stackin’ f-ckin’ figures
yeah, i’m from that mothaf-ckin’ ‘nolia, n-gg-
birdman’ll break a n-gg- nose, lil’ n-gg-
you need to slow your f-ckin’ roll, lil’ n-gg-
we created ks on shoulders, n-gg-
i’m a scary f-ckin’ sight, lil’ n-gg-
we won a hundred mil’ on fights, lil’ n-gg-
a hundred bands, sure you’re right, lil’ n-gg-
i keep some aks on my flights, lil’ n-gg-
birdman willie b
smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes chinese
hundred k on private flights overseas
choppas city n-gg-, free bg
bentley with the doors all ’round, not a jeep
rich n-gg- sh-t, smoke two pounds in a week
can’t find a b-tch that don’t know we them streets
b-tches know that i am birdman, that’s og
n-gg- i’m a crack addict
thought about lettin’ them get a cut, then i went and snagged at it
the new’ boosie badazz at it
i’m a drop a n-gg- life, just like a bad habit
i stick to the ground like a mothaf-ckin’ rug
i’m a big dog, lil’ f-ck n-gg- you a pup
lil’ b-tch clean your drawers before you think you’re a thug
before i be in front your shows, just like your pub
i ain’t even lyin’, baby
i swear to god i ain’t lyin’, baby
first i’ll screw you without these pliers, baby
i might dap you like, “good try, ” baby
big b livin’, baby
them boys on my left throwin’ up cs
i promise their mama see them this week
and i don’t break promises with my ds (them my dogs)
i want ms and cheese, mister mickey ds
she know i am a beast, i am obese
in miami i swear they don’t got good weed
wiz khalifa can you give me some weed please?
yeah, overseas, n-gg-, top floor, clear windows, n-gg-
gl-ss house, drankin’ gt, you understand?
we in that red light district, you understand?
3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, n-gg-, you understand me?
just livin’ the life, boy, aye thug, just a dollar for a 1, n-gg-
we can blow a mil’, boy. rich gang ysl, bratt!
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