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young thug - do the job lyrics

[intro]
yeah, jeffery
(june you’re a g+nius)
this that murda murda (?)
this that k!ll bill sh+t, ‘namsayin
(ha!)
(remy on that beat)

[verse 1]
hop up out the coupe on ’em
hop up out the roof on ’em
put a hundred shots on ’em
we ain’t need no proof on ’em
catch the news about time
funerals on lines
rip to shawty lo (rip)
bout a real one dying
all these p+ssy n+ggas lying
if you scared why you rhyme
about it f+ck around and drop
your b+tch and might drop a dime
and anywhere i’m just hitting it
and anywhere i’m just hitting it and i’m quitting it
i’d rather sleep with digits
[bridge 1]
she ride around with that ritalin
she ride the rolls with some real n+ggas
she ride the rolls (?)
she pop your head bout some real n+ggas
she do you dirty bout a real n+gga
she leave you dead bout a real n+gga
she leave you swamped by the real n+ggas
put you in the trunk by the real n+ggas
she do it right, right, right, right
she do it right for a real n+gga
she do it right, right, right, right
all day and night for a real n+gga
she do it right, right, right, right
every time for a real n+gga
she do it right, right, right, right
no disguise for a real n+gga

[chorus]
cash talk on the opps
tell her to suck on my monster
cash talk i’m a monster
cash talk i’m a mobster
we pull up and murk n+ggas
we pull up and murk n+ggas
yeah yeah yeah yeah, we pull up and burn n+ggas
money make ’em do the job
money make ’em do the job
tell me who will do the job
make ya own n+ggas do the job, yeah
if you tryna live large
got a gun do the job
my diamonds wet, boy
like a n+gga, we enjoyed
[verse 2]
got water like niagra falls
imma come through and put brain on your wall
turn that b+tch up and versace her draws
smoke me some trees and (?)
(?) and the hustle went down
then found myself in the lost and found
two years later, b+tch, look at me now
hunnid dollars stacked up taller than yall
woah (?) lil’ b+tch (?)
whole lotta cars but right now look at my watch
and i know whole lotta stylists tryna work but look at my style
and i know whole lotta hoes on the a just tryna go wild

[bridge 2]
(?)
we giving them skin
go home with your ho
i ain’t feelin’ what you gettin
for the next time
imma go and spend a brick
imma go and buy chanel, louis, gucci, all that sh+t
flexing with the snake (slatt)
louis vuitton with the belts
chanel with the vintage
i got to be (?)
she looking like a l!ck
nutted on her lip
i make her sit in the lamb pop the p+ssy
ran up them digits
[chorus]
cash talk on the opps
tell her to suck on my monster
cash talk i’m a monster
cash talk i’m a mobster
we pull up and murk n+ggas
we pull up and murk n+ggas
yeah yeah yeah yeah, we pull up and burn n+ggas
money make ’em do the job
money make ’em do the job
tell me who will do the job
make ya own n+ggas do the job, yeah
if you tryna live large
got a gun do the job
my diamonds wet, boy
like a n+gga, we enjoyed

- young thug lyrics

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