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young thug - critics lyrics

[intro]
this one of them ones

[chorus]
losin’ all the money, every coin
and it’s back to the streets what the critics keep tellin’ me
what the critics keep tellin’ me (jeffery)

[verse 1]
big dog, come back home to us (the streets)
big dog, come back home to us
you ain’t payin’ no attention, that’s what’s wrong with us
give back a couple million, in god we trust (give back)
buying all the speakers out when i’m in the mall (yeah)
call a pet store ’cause i’m comin’ with all the dogs
been tyin’ ties all week, i been in my vibe all week (vibe)
i ain’t felt like this in a minute, man, i’m goin’ all in with it (all in)
motorcycle ridin’ with the choppers (skrrt)
sittin’ backstage with your daughter
i ain’t ever worried ’bout nada (nah)
i’ll make her bounce it up and down, make it wobble (yeah)
ooh, n-gga better not play or his ho gettin’ revealed
[?] dropbox and you know my address very well (facts)
i got your broad doin’ twelve plays
i p-ss that broad like john elway
i tell these boys just like 12 say (what you tell ’em?)
pink slip the cars in the driveway
pink slip the cars in the driveway
red bottoms for her, no band-aid
she livin’ with the stars [?] grande
outfit from the runway in one day

[chorus]
losin’ all the money, every coin
and it’s back to the streets what the critics keep tellin’ me
what the critics keep tellin’ me, ayy (what you tell ’em?)
losin’ all the money, every coin
and it’s back to the streets what the critics keep tellin’ me
what the critics keep tellin’ me, ayy

[verse 2]
august 16 was the due day for me
816 racks in the duffie
august 16, 2012, brand new rollie
8-16 whenever i play the lottery (8-16)
i ran it up and moved my momma out the trap house (hey)
now she got a white house, n-gga, and she got a black house
and it feels good every time i cash out for her (cash)
and i love her smile, n-gga, it’s so adorable
every one of my broads reppin’ flat t tummy
everybody bosses, you know we gettin’ money
diamonds on me loud, movin’ ’round like they tumblin’
she gon’ eat at [?] ’cause the dessert there yummy
i been gettin’ it since i remember, i ain’t ever been bummy
january to december, a young n-gga thumbin’
orange guts, man, that b-tch look like a pumpkin
drop the top in the winter like it’s sunny

[bridge]
(percocet, [?], percocet, roxy, roxy, roxy, roxy)
percocet, molly, xanny, ecstacy, roxy, roxy, roxy
f-ck her on hercules [?]
play with my shotty and i’ma catch a body
three hundred gs got me ridin’ luxury
i don’t want no jeep, bring me the bugatti

[chorus]
losin’ all the money, every coin
and it’s back to the streets what the critics keep tellin’ me
what the critics keep tellin’ me (wheezy beats)
mmm, i say, losin’ all the money, every coin
and it’s back to the streets what the critics keep tellin’ me
is what the critics keep tellin’ me (wheezy beats), ayy

- young thug lyrics

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