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young thug - bituation lyrics

[intro: young thug]
you know
i went and got me three of those muhf-ckin’ blocks
they call me 125, you know what i’m sayin’
i really wanna get wicked but, i’m through with the thuggin’

[hook: young thug]
what’s the situation, where the bituation
what’s the bituation, where the bituation
what’s the situation, where the situation
where the bituation, where the bituation
racks on me, these a bituation
money on me, that’s a bituation
pesos on me, that’s a bituation
no more lean, that’s a scary bituation
8 and a half, 8 and a half
these sticks like what? 8 and a half
these bullets like what? 8 and a half
my shoe size, 8 and a half
b-tches stacked up like 8 and a half
midgets stacked up like 8 and a half
yeah! yeah! 8 and a half

[verse 1: mpa wicced]
what’s the f-ckin situation?
rockin margiel with no laces
with a bad b-tch, she’s an asian
she so pretty with her f-ckin braces
d-mn her head game so amazin
that’s why my b-tch, she stay in the latest
his and her california rarri
crank em up baby, let’s go out racin
blue hundreds on me like [?]
flashin’ watches up yo p-ssy rate
too many hundreds, i can’t calculate
you get on my nerves, you can’t have that bae
i only f-ck, i don’t do dinner dates
too busy runnin in the rack race
it’s ferragamo, you cheapskate
b-tch my name hold heavy weight
‘member [?]
now i’m in italy, eatin cheesecake
i ain’t gotta sell no dope no more
my brother thugga let me through the door
they say they ain’t mad, but it’ll show
i bought the phantom, drive it open door
my b-tch hold an umbrella
[?] in the -ssh0l-
huuuuuh!

[verse 2: block 125]
[?] what the situation
[?] with a n-gga, call it lil haiti
really sellin’ bricks, i [?]
free [?], n-gga what’s the situation
got bricks on me, right now, sittin waitin
6 figures will turn into a safe
fn hit a n-gga broad day
pow pow pow pow pow!
[?] they don’t play
in ya momma driveway
took a couple n-ggas out
in ya momma driveway
gettin out that [?]
on my neck, got a house
on my wrist, got bricks
in the trenches with the sh-t
and my n-gga been rich
hoppin out with the sticks
on that dope boy sh-t
brand new prezzie rollie
and i flooded that b-tch
came up sellin [?]
i control these bricks
came up sellin [?]
’till i caught my first l1ck

[verse 3: young thug]
gimme that p-ssy, i want that p-ssy, i want that p-ssy
i got skinny jeans on with an automatic filled up with bullets
rappin -ss n-ggas [?] trap with these trappin -ss n-ggas
laced up blunts, got my hair to the back
if you not a slime, you wack, the mac gon clap at these n-ggas
2 guns up, n-gga east side
i don’t know dmx, but imma ride
racks in my pocket, got my legs tired
shoot your hand, make it bleed, let your leg [?]
if the n-gga might tell, better let em out
if a p-ssy n-gga slip, then i let em slide
if he catch it down bad, he gon try to k!ll you
yeah, he shootin at both ya thighs, n-gga
i want a 40, 4 birdies
ion’ like [?] so i’m worthy
wicced my dog, like courage
put em on, asap, no ferg
i’m like uh! uh! uh! uh! don’t get discouraged
let that fn do surgery
young thugga nurse

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