young thug - fuck all that lyrics
[intro: young thug]
blanco
yeah
[chorus: young thug]
f+ck all that cap
i’m ’bout to put my left wrist on the flingy (f+ck that)
f+ck all that rap sh+t, i’ma k!ll this n+gga, man [?] my d+ckies
say you was my dawg, where you was when i was nothing?
seen you with my ex b+tch, acting like you sneaky
never mind that bullsh+t, roll up me some sticky
drink some actavis, baddies putting hickies on my d+cky
i’m out the c+ckpit, i just left my old lady in the bentley
she get full of liquor, got me pulling out a [?]
[verse 1: young thug]
i wanna know, darling, how you f+ck me and leave?
i keep a couple b+tches, you could call it a flea
green diamonds and brown diamonds on me, just like a leaf
i don’t wanna ever let you f+ck me again, yeah
yeah, i don’t know why i ever let you f+ck me and leave, yeah
oh, f+ck that sh+t, ’cause
[verse 2: young thug & lil keed]
breaking it down, what’s next?
i been thinking about buying a ‘vette (skkrt)
break down a nine, your backpack
serving that sh+t with no sweat (let’s go)
louis vuitton, hermes link, when you wearing that [?] vest
rocking your glass, foot on the gas, boogers the size of a patek
thirty racks, a t+rex (skkr)
give me side eyes, through some specs
got kush, got lean, got x
that’s all besides getting checks
got diamonds, the paint of t+rex
can somebody save my life?
i been chopping it up with god, getting everything right
don’t complain about what he did, just come pay your ties
i went mechanic on my wrist, cartier screws so tight
i did my dirt with the same b+tch, that’s why i keep her around
she take that charge and suck that d+ck
that’s why i keep her around
she hold me down just like my kimikos
i swear she ain’t nothing like these hoes, ain’t gotta tell you how
brought her shopping then i let her whip a bent’ ’round the town
i’m bamboozled off her love and i don’t wanna go down, yeah (keed talk to ’em, hey)
[verse 3: lil keed]
all these diamonds on me, they not basic
livid hoes, and they rock amiri shirts, we crazy
yeah, i got seven rings, for [?], for [?]
all these f+cking p+ssy boys, they sound, we created (boy)
yeah we bust your tater tot, we slime ’em and we take it
lamb trucks and hot box, we do our dirt, living vacant
aw, nah, not that gold digger, i don’t need a begging b+tch
do dirt by myself, i don’t need no [?]
[chorus: young thug & lil keed]
f+ck all that cap (slatt)
i’m ’bout to put my left wrist on the flingy (slimeball, f+ck that)
f+ck all that rap sh+t, i’ma k!ll this n+gga, man [?] my d+ckies
(yeah, yeah, slatt, slatt)
say you was my dawg, where you was when i was nothing?
seen you with my ex b+tch, acting like you sneaky
never mind that bullsh+t, roll up me some sticky
drink some actavis, baddies putting hickies on my d+cky
i’m out the c+ckpit, i just left my old lady in the bentley
she get full of liquor, got me pulling out a [?]
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