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young thug feat. trouble - thief in the night lyrics

i wake up and go get me some new money
you know i’m living like a g
these lil n-gg-s ain’t gonna take nothin’ from me
you know we do it like a g
i swear to god i f-ck on anyone
just like a gangsta, just like a g
this duct tape and ysl
you know i do it like a g
g’s up hoes down
g’s up hoes down
g’s up hoes down
g’s up hoes down
g’s up hoes down
g’s up hoes down
g’s up hoes down
g’s up hoes down

like a thief in the night
i take anything but some p-ssy
suck that head like a dyk-
she got that head that i like
deep in your partner ain’t right
put that lil babe on ice
i make the paper like ray
head on that bucket, your mothaf-ckin’ life, skoob
i promise you don’t know me
i pull up bout my cake
where i’m from is not safe
i got fish, i’m a lake
scoop them grits on a plate
yet she thought it was steak
i’m a thief in the night
make her ride like a bike

i go down on a dyk-, i go up on my price
i might chop, kimbo slice, kidnap like uncle ice
i got grits at the beach and they white like a rice
let trouble take your life
after i give you five
scr-ping that five to the side
it ain’t no question how n-gg- gon’ ride
when they come with them questions
my n-gg- get quiet, sh sh, n-gg- sit quiet, sh sh
i am not taking no disrespect
you patrick ewing, you pump fakin’
no that won’t happen on me
i drop a key like the maf-ckin’ beat
i look good as your dad on a friday
so many cars i gotta buy a driveway
never gon’ let ’em live a n-gg- crime day
serving these s and p’s, i’m steady poppin’
pockets fed up like they jumped him
ysl, that slimy anaconda
bicking back, being bool like a uncle
i’m so geeked up i might f-ck a condom

i get ’em all on a race
she didn’t even know what it was but she taste it
i dig in, her sh-t sound like jason
i be on percocets more than occasion
they betting on me like in vegas
betting on me like i’m vegas
stick to the code man, there won’t be no traitor
thugga thugga, tell me what you would say
what would you say?
no j money, but my gun say, “bow”
pop a molly, look at her then fiend
i’m the target mof-cka, no beam
no this sh-t is not good as it seems
i might give her the boot with no jeans
i kick sh-t like a chong and a cheeng
i’m a boss, i’m bout that unity
sandwiches, you know you in between
and you gotta know we at the green
you gotta be young n-gg-, wilder than billie jean
gotta have paper for life
you ain’t with it, you a l
still getting it, yeah, balanced
break it down on the scale
if it add up, h-ll yeah, i do it
lap back and seen ran to it

- young thug feat trouble lyrics

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