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young thug - dirty shoes lyrics

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[intro: young thug]
yeah, yeah slime
gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty
gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty
yeah, yeah
my n-gga wheezy, you know what i’m sayin’

[chorus: young thug]
i can’t do nothin’ with that b-tch, the way she flodgin’
wrapped a million up, ain’t none of my dogs starvin’
rolly-polly with that tec-9, the carbon
couple hoes they ménage à trois me
gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty
i got thirty new b-tches like i’m curry
bought the rolls royce and came through bleveland swerving
i just wiped my d-ck off with the rolls royce curtains

[verse 1: young thug]
okay, if you seen her with me you know she workin’
okay, i just spent a quarter mil’ on purses
i have never settled for a b-tch that swerves me
oh yeah, oh
yeah balenciaga, triple-s the fur’s with’em
my n-ggas call me cvs, i keep the syrup with me
purple act, purple kush, purple percs, n-gga
i told fear of god bout the jeans, with the skirts, n-gga
i wore balmain way before your church n-ggas
i know chanel personal work cellular
i know, i’m the goat, i know
all four my pockets got the klumps, i’m eddie murphy

[chorus: young thug]
gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty
i got thirty new b-tches like i’m curry
bought the rolls royce and came through bleveland swerving
i just wiped my d-ck off with the rolls royce curtains
yeah, i can’t do nothin’ with the b-tch, just know she stalkin’
wrapped a million up, ain’t none of my n-ggas starvin’
rolly-polly with that tec-9, the carbon
couple hoes they ménage à trois-in’

[verse 2: gunna]
how the h-ll my trunk fit a whole engine? (fit a whole engine)
i’m tryna see if my pockets can fit a whole million (a whole million)
n-ggas be plottin’, the reason i tote a semi (tote a semi)
ysl my partners, we back to back in these bentleys (ysl)
you n-ggas keep stealin’ my drip, i’ma need a percentage (i’ma need a percentage)
just got some head from your b-tch, i ain’t even wanna hit it (i ain’t even wanna hit it)
mix hi-tech red with this act’, i feel like like a chemist (feel like like a chemist)
pop a jaw to your dome, bring it back, yeah, slatt business (slatt)
slime was the first to take me ‘cross the border (‘cross the border)
walked inside of saks and spent a quarter (spent a quarter)
ride on the back of your ho like a spoiler (i’ma spoiler)
young gunwunna a goat in that order (in that order)
me and booka loc ’bout to go to bora bora (bora bora)
rode the four-door porsche and it had my voice ho-rs- (voice ho-rs-)
went to fifty states and back on a world tour (world tour)
human races, i came a long way from diadoras (diadoras)

[bridge: young thug]
i just made one of my b-tches take my other b-tch some paper out in la
yeah, i just made one of my girls take my other girl some paper out in la
told them they have a two-way ’til i arrive
told them they have a two-way ’til i arrive, yeah
all my guys mob tied (hey)

[chorus: young thug]
gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty
i got thirty new b-tches like i’m curry
bought the rolls royce and came through bleveland swerving
i just wiped my d-ck off with the rolls royce curtains
yeah, i can’t do nothin’ with the b-tch, just know she stalkin’
wrapped a million up, ain’t none of my n-ggas starvin’
rolly-polly with that tec-9, the carbon
couple hoes they ménage à trois-in’



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