young thug - bompton lyrics
[intro]
thugger!
aye!
[hook]
ysl g-ngb-ng like we from compton (bompton)
young thugga big b n-gga i’m from bompton
i don’t mind bringing pain but i just won’t function (on god)
n-gga pull up with them tummies ain’t talking stomachs
cop that b-tch and run with it (what!)
what these n-gga try to cuff a n-gga done with it (oh god!)
yeah yeah, i’m the don n-gga, with it
trayvon told me to take over your hoody (what? ooo!)
[verse 1]
and imma do that
red coupe…
suwu that!
i caught you b-tch and i nailed her now she won’t screw that
how you do that?
who are you at?
i know they meat because i’m ready to bleach a blue back (on god!)
true that!
from this day forth my bank accounts i renew that
i, live, life, like an uncle where my loot at
why you weren’t with the band, bring me them bands
i’m a cat, cop-k!ller, ysl the clan!
man!
[hook]
ysl g-ngb-ng like we from compton (compton)
young thugga big b n-gga i’m from bompton
i don’t mind bringing pain but i just won’t function
n-gga pull up with them choppas ain’t talking stomachs
cop that b-tch and run with it
what these n-gga try to cuff a n-gga done with it (woo!)
yeah yeah, i’m the don n-gga, with it (woo!)
trayvon told me to take over your hoody (r.i.p)
[verse 1]
and imma do that
i got the juice
molly tell me where the boot at
i’m living life like a movie this ain’t no kodak
i’ll whip it out at a concert yeah imma show that
i think you need to know that
the corvette got the low jack
they been creeping around town like lil’ rat
and now you livin’ cold where your toetag?
these p-ssy n-ggas wanna know why the paper copping fine white gold rollie-pollie-ollie-o!
rollie… rollie, rollie
b-tch i’m i’m a boss, boss, boss, i know you know that
red carpet rules take off the shoes i hit the door jack
i pressed a p-ssy n-gga for his diamonds and i still showed that (you know that?)
[hook]
ysl g-ngb-ng like we from compton
young thugga big b n-gga i’m from bompton
i don’t mind bringing pain but i just won’t function
n-gga pull up with them tummies ain’t talking stomachs
cop that b-tch and run with it
what these n-gga try to cuff a n-gga done with it
yeah yeah, i’m the don n-gga, with it
trayvon told me to take over your hoody
woo!
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