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young thug & gunna - body auction lyrics

[intro: young thug]
(+makers)
yea, yeah, spider, yeah
(run that back turbo)
yeah, water, yeah
yesirskii let’s play, let’s work yesirskii
more sprite, speed worker yesirskii

[verse 1: young thug]
ain’t tryna chat bout the murder
f+ck all you rats it’s a murder
factory frats just swing from the back while i swerve
f+ck does you want bout’ the murders
f+ck does you want bout’ these hoes and worried bout’
how a young n+gga ran out and splurged
f+ck how a young n+gga came from the curb
walked in the spot just to finger his girlfriend
i put the b+tch in baguettes (yesirskii)
i spent some grain [?] (yesirskii)
i put baguettes on her legs (yesirskii)
i bought a chain (yesirskii)
i bought an anklet and necklace (yesirskii)
get sum arranged is you messy, kickin they [?]
i just went tycoon, white porsche 911 for the white folks
i just went sight seeing with some bad yella sh+t we on good dope
you want a problem with a n+gga that’s around of me you gon’ get big smoked
my wrist froze, my b+tch froze, arrest and dump the body he gets disposed (woah, woah)
might call my brother he 10 fold, ain’t gotta tell n0body my wrist froze now
how much my b+tches cost?
how much my neck cost? my wrist froze now (yesirskii)
i don’t get p+ssed off
and i don’t kiss broads and i don’t talk to laws now
[verse 2: gunna]
ain’t tryna chat bout the murder
k!ll all the rats it’s a murder
factory watch my wrist while i tote it out swerving
f+ck is you worried bout’ a murder?
cleaning detergent
tie that boy up like a gutter
i’m in a sh+ll like a turtle
i’m thinking i wouldn’t heard em’
i’m thinking i+, nah, i’m thinking i would dig dirt em’
it’s one n+gga tucking your kids
it’s blood in the shed, i want some revenge
and i promise i’ll try not to sin
my partners may promise to pop at your wig
rockstar i popped out my lens
created, they hated, i did it again
got mine i got rich but i’m still in the trenches ya dig? (ya dig)
hop in the back and hop out in your feelings lil’ b+tch (i keep it)
silent with all of my day ones i’m real as it gets (yeah, yeah)
handle my business the day i catch up with my vip
i drop hit after hit, hits after hits

- young thug gunna lyrics

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