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young thug - bubbly lyrics

[intro]
wheezy outta here

[verse 1: young thug]
my career ’bout to blast like bubbly
i’m not waitin’ for her to say she love me
i can tell she f+ck with me, man, trust me
i got a ten+year+old mink still ain’t fuzzy
three+twenty+five on the dashboard
ridin’ in the porsche, rockin’ tom ford
i ball at barneys, new christian dior
i took the jet to the new york store
she l!ck while i’m drivin’, i’m stainin’ the floor
i took it off track, now i’m ridin’ in sport (yeah)
you stay in your feelings, you never my boy
i can’t come to the hood, i pull a decoy
another body drop and they screamin’ my name
i’m goin’ to l.a. on a private plane
could never come back and my family straight (grrah)
i’m touchable? no, i’m too rich and too paid
skeleton cartier, black diamonds face
pull up too deep like a f+ckin’ parade
old jealous+ass n+ggas tryna f+ck up my pay (ha)
blast off, rolls+royce cullinan rain (broke n+ggas)
i put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my motherf+ckin’ chains (chains)
this drip out the trenches, i know you gon’ dig it, i come through this motherf+cker plain (woah)
i cut up my wrist, soakin’ wet (yeah) and coach+lla keep callin’, they won’t see the face
i took her to china and changed up her climate and now she ain’t talkin’ the same (woah, yeah)
[verse 2: travis scott]
five nights up, still poppin’ and ragin’
the svr still livin’ deranged (yeah)
i want her, she wanted the same
hit ’em both same time, both glad that they came (it’s lit)
keep me a vibe, but can’t keep it contained
know i keep me some dawgs, always keep ’em in training (oh)
tat’ a logo on the back of my brain
don’t ask me what the f+ck am i thinkin’
back of these walls, i’m full of that drank
eric came through with a little entertainment (it’s lit)
area 29, got it lookin’ like sp+ce
houston, it’s a problem way we bustin’ up faces and sh+t
i came with the snakes, no squids (straight up)
i broke out the game with a 456
she lovin’ the fest’, i see it
she lovin’ the fest’ (straight up, straight up)
yeah, i see it on her face, and i’m lovin’ that body
in lace, i know you lovin’ spider and jack
yeah, i know you got taste, if you love yourself, take shots with me
if i love you, i’ll drop you a pin to a time and a place (wait)

[verse 3: drake]
ysl’ll put a n+gga six feet
i ain’t beggin’ when i tell a b+tch, “please”
me and lil’ thugger on fleek
now that lil’ ho wanna meet, ayy
what, what, what, what?
f+ck her on beat
ovo life not cheap
i’m a young boy too t’d
wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh god, i’m geeked
been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when i speak
doin’ this sh+t just to show we get down in the 6, man, it’s bigger than me
texas ranch so big, that sh+t is perfect for the dippin’
i don’t care how wet i get her, she won’t catch me—
three+twenty+five on the dashboard
ride in the porsche, rockin’ tom ford
rockin’ her bed and the headboard
what, what, what, what?
buyin’ out louis and christian dior
i took the jet to the new york store
park at the regular airport
you stay in your feelings, was never my boy

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