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young thug - above dem niggas lyrics

[intro: young thug]
thugger
hey, hey you, come here! come here ho
i mean, i eat you alive
come here

[hook: young thug]
i’ve been gettin’ money before you n-gg-s
and if they ever, ever play i’mma show you n-gg-s
i’m a thug, i swear i told you n-gg-s
and i ain’t young money but i’m above you n-gg-s
hey, no game’ll control you n-gg-s
keep a red flag cause i’m patrollin’ n-gg-
i say, no game’ll control you n-gg-s
keep a red flag cause i’m patrollin’ n-gg-

[verse 1: young thug]
i’m cryin’ wolf, i’m on that kush, kush
got 23 grams of that (reggie?) so i mush, mush
i get away from me, you tastin’ me
your b-tch patiently wait for me
as i, f-ck that
these f-ck n-gg-s really play ’round here
ummm, actin’ like big will ain’t really the man ’round here
let yg come and stand round here
really? he’ll tell them f-ck n-gg-s really ran ’round here
oops i mean ran ’round here, got the gun ’round here
and if your b-tch ridin’ here, she come ’round here
actually she comes ’round here
which means they f-ckin’ on her, she a p-ssy donor
sorry, my diamonds are yellow no coronas

[verse 2: mpa duke]
i been throwed away what ya’ll just got
i’m with a bad b-tch, she look like she from baywatch
and i gotta line that you don’t wanna cross
i get your head knocked off for an ounce of soft
put ’em in the lost and found, go kickback in my loft
inches fast growin’ up and just laugh it off
anyway, i got bills bigger than ya’ll
and please, don’t make me pull the semi
that b-tch sing a sad song with another end
don’t make me send them goons to come and clean your premise
all my goons strapped up, every clip extended
and you can get it, p-ssy n-gg-, i’m in it

[verse 3: mpa wicced]
i say we been gettin’ money, that should be my middle name
i’m just a young gunner tryna get a little fame
you little n-gg-s lame, b-tch i am a renegade
before you shoot that burner, you gotta learn to penetrate
but we gonna show them n-gg-s
pull up and get (?) like we owe them n-gg-s
no deal but i’m at the front row of the grammies
grab a swisher sweet and stuff ’em with them grammies
now we in the (?) suite
no halloween
but we trick ’em and treat ’em
chopper make ’em spin
should i call that the -ss cap?
i’m at the finish line you still stuck at your last lap

- young thug lyrics

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