young thug - bout (damn) lyrics
we came a long way and that’s why i say
bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time
bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time
bout d-mn time, i swear to god
god d-mn time, ayy
i done ran that money up, bout time
i used to stack a five, now i’m stacking dimes
i don’t care if none of y’all ain’t my kind
your watch cost 5000, you wasted your time
and i’m finished, why you still at the line?
if you ain’t damu n-gg-, you must be blind
and i ain’t turning down, turn down for what?
i’ma turn up every time, every time
every time, every time
i cop a ten thousand pimp belt
i told the b-tch she gotta suck and f-ck
ooh, in front and back and make her double nut
wrapped up in towel, got out my cat plug
i swear to god she wetter than a tub
i supply real n-gg-s and they show me love
i f-ck three, four hoes every time i’m in club
rap pack count, i gotta see these f-cks
mommy w-ssup? no gives, i got kilos
she a [?]
i wanna be that n-gg-, my denali truck stand tall
i can’t even see these n-gg-s
if i wanted to i still couldn’t see these n-gg-s
bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time
bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time
bout d-mn time, i swear to god
god d-mn time, ayy
i came from the bottom, bout time, yeah
i know these n-gg-s want f-ck with me, bout time
i’m a footballer b-tch, for a long time
came from smoke in the cup, quite a long time, yeah
these b-tches know i wanna f-ck ’em all
young money sh-t
these b-tches know they come round me with no drawers
(cause what?) i’m on that h-rny sh-t
this that h-rny sh-t, i don’t care, i got h-rns b-tch
a capella now, i’ma beat your f-cking clique
i might mail this sh-t, i won’t never tell no b-tch
all my b-tches thin and brown, this that pretzel sh-t
miss ch-lle, miss ch-lle
she got b-mps and rumps all over bb
i buy her cc, then i turn that sh-t to bebe
i’m like feed me, feed me, feed me
i don’t wanna eat ye
bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time
bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time
bout d-mn time, i swear to god
god d-mn time, ayy
it’s bout time b-tch
he ain’t have nothing to say n-gg-
ain’t going back, n-gg-
i drank pints a day, b-tch
loaded, ay
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