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young thug - f cancer (boosie) lyrics

[intro: young thug]
ayy f-ck cancer, shout out to boosie (real spit!)
i f-ck your main b-tch, i gave her cooties (slime season)
let’s get it
hey!

[hook: young thug]
get it, all my n-ggas yeah they with it
cause these p-ssy n-ggas hatin’
they trying to knock me off my pivot
i’m a boss, i call the shots
i leave these p-ssy n-ggas missing
and i’m whipping like i’m gifted
you can catch me in the kitchen, hey
i don’t want no brown, i want a syrup bottle
i put it down and then she started stalking
pop all the perky, yeah a halftime
little mamma p-ssy soaking, yeah it’s bath time

[verse 1: young thug]
i put a nine inside a two liter
i’ma send her right back because i know you need her
start about fake sh-t, i shall call my people
shout out to rasta n-ggas, those my people
put down my strap and used these hands, they evil
tried to be loyal to these foreigns, but i am a cheater
got a lot of followers, a perfect leader
i like it icy cause i’m not a cheap one
babe make your booty roll
i got a lot of hundreds, i wan’ see that tootsie roll
i got a lot of partners, falcons like i’m julio
we done got drunk inside this b-tch, i’m don julio
we tryna get wet from these b-tches, so what you cruising for
my family depend on me, that’s who i do it for
of course i do it for my b-tch and for my crew for sure
i do it for my jeweler, my ice off a f-cking boat
you know the routine, little b-tch i’m private
little b-tch i’m hot, like i’m a taki
i knock it out, p-ssy, just like i’m rocky
i got a bunch of wings surrounding my body

[hook: young thug]
get it, all my n-ggas yeah they with it
cause these p-ssy n-ggas hatin’
they trying to knock me off my pivot
i’m a boss, i call the shots
i leave these p-ssy n-ggas missing
and i’m whipping like i’m gifted
you can catch me in the kitchen, hey (b-tch)
i don’t want no brown, i want a syrup bottle
i put it down and then she started stalking
pop all the perky, yeah, a halftime
little mamma p-ssy soaking, yeah it’s bath time

[verse 2: young thug]
okay it’s bath time, just like a birdie
i cop a foreign, i pull off skirting
b-tch is you worth it, you make me nervous
you rock them chrome hearts, you looking nerdy
this ain’t no fish n’ grits, but this that fishscale
i let little mama be, i keep her good and well
b-tch i’m an og, i don’t play that tattletale
by the time you dress me out, i’ma be done made bail
i smoke that cookie dough, i drink that actavis
my life a video, i’ma let you caption it
energizer bunny, you see these carats, ho
i’m rey mysterio, my life on hbo
they didn’t want me f-ck none
now they want to suck some, and f-ck some
ysl ain’t gon’ cuff ’em, we f-cks ’em
then we go and do another one
yeah we go and do another one, son
i got my gun, you better run, run, run
you know i got bread like a croissant, son
i get ’em stuck up for a honey bun, yeah, yeah

[verse 3: quavo]
i put ice in all my watches, came in in versace
perky, gas, molly, trappin’, we got plenty options
her p-ssy water like it’s bath time, she wishy washy
and she gon’ suck and f-ck me even when the feds watching
i don’t f-ck with broke n-ggas, nah we can’t relate
i put water on that white b-tch, i call her ricki lake
lil mama she lost in the sauce
she needa get hit with the pause
after i f-ck her she run through the dawgs
and then i’m rejecting her calls
i threw a pack over the gate to my n-ggas ‘hind the wall
rip pistol, rip mike, i pour out the lean for y’all
remember the days i trapped out the bando
i had a thousand dollars
you the same n-gga that said i wouldn’t make it
i put in a thousand hours

[hook: young thug]
get it, all my n-ggas yeah they with it
cause these p-ssy n-ggas hatin’
they tryna knock me off my pivot
i’m a boss, i call the shots
i leave these p-ssy n-ggas missing
and i’m whipping like i’m gifted
you can catch me in the kitchen, hey
i don’t want no brown, i want a syrup bottle
i put it down and then she started stalking
pop all the perky, yeah a halftime
little mamma p-ssy soaking, yeah it’s bath time

[outro: quavo]
split this perc with me, little b-tch you know it’s halftime
she wetter than an ocean, yeah it’s bath time
little b-tch gon’ bring me back some dollar signs
and i’ma let you ride her like a pathfinder

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