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young thug - critical lyrics

[hook:]
my wrist critical, my b+tch critical
my dawgs they ready, these sticks ready too
connect the machete, they gotta regroup
no limit we ready, my diamonds pitiful
g+ngb+nging pitiful, our dab is pitiful
shooting cr+p is pitiful, a thousand for my haircut my naps are pitiful
we f+cked around in hong yea that razor cut my tongue up

[verse:]
and we smoking gas dawg i done f+cked my lungs up
jump into a n+gga brawl like kowabunga
sent my hoe with the law n+gga
tell me when they bombin us, oouu (??)
can’t believe im blowing up yeah, tic+tac+toe them hoes
imma f+ck that b+tch outdoors, i snug in with that snug 4+4
i feel like hercules and g.i joe
these b+tchеs looking just to see how it goes
k!ll some to talk about and a lil more
shе is what she is n+gga you know how it go
go get it how you live n+gga stеal from your hoe
i need a vaccusile take a trip to the store
my hoe came from korea i got her off a boat
ionno who she is but i hurt by the throat
and i still ain’t f+ck that b+tch i think im the pope wooh

[verse 2:]
put racks on top my racks, put silencers on my gats
want only green like shrek, straight f+ck the judge like that yea
b+tch suck my d+ck yea, trynna hurt my heart when we smoking cigarettes
my momma living large she got ice around her neck
your son a gangster prince i got ice around my tec
high speed chase i throw them bricks out
let her take the charge for get that b+tch out
steady hustling hard like i’m rick ross, you can get it hard can get it soft
play i’m on your head like credit card
f+ck em leave em dead spill em there oouuu

- young thug lyrics

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