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young thug – big bag lyrics

[verse 1: young thug]
i let the jet speed off, uh
i crave a million dollars, uh
these n+ggas looking sour, uh
i prayed up my toddlers, uh
i blew out the tier, uh
the bugatti is too fast for me
took off on a pill who asked for me
she suck on that d+ck gradually, uh
i grew up on sand baby, i dont know bout this b+tch she a fan baby
i dont f+ck with this n+gga he ran baby
i dont f+ck with this b+tch not a man baby
got this drip on my wrist she gon glance at it
i don’t want that lil car if you’re man had it
peanut b+tter the guts in a 911
ak+47 with nuts and you very scary
what’s the optimistic i’ve been out the trenches
what’s the option given when you’re born a k!ller
i been serving babies f+ck a babysitter
i been nutting on her never еver kiss her
i just talked to god not a f+cking pillow
i don’t f+ck with fraud i’m a rеal n+gga
shawty keep me hard cause i’m having millions
and i’m so determined n+gga
[chorus: young thug]
big bag, big bag like a fat cat i wanna know where the racks at
i lock the dop where the latch at got a new 4 door f+ck a hatchback
hundred mill up hundred racks in the napsack
big dawg big smoke f+ck a napsack
she a barbie and she living up to all that
big chain got no (???)

[verse 2: lil keed]
i remember i was really lonely now i got hundreds on me
yea i’m splurging with it
pushin up in a matte black tahoe yea i’m having slimes in it
told the girl i never rush i’m always bout timing
biscotti that we hot boxing you can come and get high with me
uh, n+gga ever play we leave em dead uh
third shot hit em in the head, uh
never hating i ain’t never pressed, uh
you can pull a bl!ck when you scared
yea air it out you made the wrong turn (air it out)
told god to (??) the hoe in my turn
everything i got n+gga hard earned
and i ain’t been to sleep in the early morning

[chorus: young thug]
big bag, big bag like a fat cat i wanna know where the racks at
i lock the dop where the latch at got a new 4 door f+ck a hatchback
hundred mill up hundred racks in the napsack
big dawg big smoke f+ck a napsack
she a barbie and she living up to all that
big chain got no (???)
big bag, big bag like a fat cat i wanna know where the racks at
i lock the dop where the latch at got a new 4 door f+ck a hatchback
hundred mill up hundred racks in the napsack
big dawg big smoke f+ck a napsack
she a barbie and she living up to all that
big chain got no (???)
[verse 3: dolly white]
don’t ever think you counted me out
i walked into (???) i’m cashing out
(???)
300 thou on the rollie watch out
don’t ever play with me i’ll air that sh+t out
i don’t only speak but i’m walking it out
i’m running in circles these b+tches exhausted
(???)
(???)
i’m shooting my shot you will think im james harden
put some respect on my sh+t (???)
the f+ck is you saying i want all of my m’s no barbie
it’s a slime party you know that you’re welcome to party

- young thug lyrics

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