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young thug - dresser lyrics

part 1: dresser

454, i pull up on n-gg-s, i tell ’em lets get it
benjamin franklin, n-gg-s know that i keep it 100
got me a new clip for my .223 and that b-tch hold a hundred
i’m still in the hood, i got me a check and i don’t want no nike’s
b-tches, they suckin’, and f-ckin’, they do everything except bite it
i can go slow like an old man, i can go fast like i got nitrous
spent 20 racks for my brother’s appeal and i ain’t talkin’ no vicodin
over 1 mil in this room, b-tch, i kinda sound like a pisces
lil b-tch you know i’m the bomb and 2 chainz the light, no lightnin’
wow, these b-tches excited, me and thugger, we ’bout to start up a riot
i ain’t got no p-ssy all week, i’m on that “b-tch, suck my d-ck” diet

monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear
make a little money, leave a little on the dresser
make a little money, leave a little on the dresser
teresea, i’m tired of lookin’ bae, i’m into you, your rear
make a little money, leave a little on the dresser
make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

ain’t nothin’ special man, i sold it all yester’
pull in phipps plaza in a motherf-ckin’ tesla
ain’t no pressure when you got a little extra
put them beams on your face, have ’em lookin’ like freckles
dammit man, i do not know tar but i’m having xan’s
my b-tch p-ssy wet like it’s wetting rain
this b-tch clap on me while i clap at mans, woah
got balenciaga’s i ain’t even wore yet
half a pound of gas i ain’t smoke yet
traphouse filled up with ziploc
used to give my living room super big lots
in a strip club with some flip-flops
thought it’s the time, baby it’s not
got a lotta windows on my crib, n-gg-
bout to put that motherf-cker in a tint shop

part 2: lil boy

who killed little boy, who killed little boy?
rat infested hallways, no escape, no escape
from misery, no way out from that h-ll

i’m bout to give these n-gg-s what they ask for
i used to have to argue with my land lord
yea, my nickname is t-ty boi
b-tch gotta have at least a handful
all my cribs came with a d-mn pool
used to stash work in my camel
young 6’5″ with the handle
if you don’t watch atlanta then you need to turn the channel
see i pull up in this b-tch in a phantom
front grill looking like it’s dancin’ (it is)
put some stacks on your head little boy (lil boy)
yeah they ’bout to call you the grandson (lil boy)
p-ssy n-gg- gonna need a tampon (lil boy)
put rifle bullets in a handgun (lil boy)
keep a bankroll on me, n-gg-
by the time i eat some bacon i got bands on
all my cars i done put rims on ’em
i done touched down, no end zone
all that b-tch do is run her mouth, n-gg-
on the right but that b-tch got a sprint phone (h-llo?)
man she got about 100 acres
enough yard for me to put a couple benz’s on
and i just pop me a perc
i might f-ck that b-tch with my timbs on

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