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young thug - g code lyrics

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[intro: young thug]
me and metro, up late night man, [?] in here too
we just high as h-ll, we just recording
let’s do it

[chorus: young thug]
only keep a bag [?] on the road
in love with my dog, i’ma feed ’em nothin’ but [?]
i’m not from n-o but i’m stickin’ to the g code
call ’em, let ’em know that i’m the road with a load
come tell my doggy to [?] like you [?]
went it come to actavis, i’m a j just like cole
stack it to the ceiling, man you know that sh-t gon’ fold
ran up my money, i ran it up like i know
run it up

[verse 1: young thug]
oh-oh, run it up
sell backwoods, we hustle
i need weed, i need lean, it’s a must
catch a ho, leave her stained, no must
ooh, n-gg- money long like a bus
f-ck the other side, they ain’t leanin’, they ain’t drinkin’ tuss
ooh, n-gg- b-tch wanna f-ckin’ l-st
ooh, and i’ma pay for her school
n-gg-s sick of takin’ ls, he never renewed
i put birds inside a car, now that’s a chicken coupe
[?] bleedin’ like a fool, i’m too d-mn bool
bought a mink and put it on like i live at the zoo
hannah montana, got me muggin’ and bustin’
got a crush on my cousin
ysl ’til i’m dead and dusty, i promise it’s nothin’
whole lot of hunnids, lot of bills in a rubber band, i keep ’em by the dozen
and your mink ain’t real, call 46 hundred, and it’s kinda fluffy

[chorus: young thug]
only keep a bag [?] on the road
in love with my dog, i’ma feed ’em nothin’ but [?]
i’m not from n-o but i’m stickin’ to the g code
call ’em, let ’em know that i’m the road with a load
come tell my doggy to [?] like you [?]
went it come to actavis, i’m a j just like cole
stack it to the ceiling, man you know that sh-t gon’ fold
ran up my money, i ran it up like i know
run it up

[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
too much money, only one d-ck, too much honeys
five on the d-ck but two run from me
i leave that p-ssy hot like a cat in the oven, ooh
now we at the derby
[?] on my man, that’s a young rastafari
find me a [?]
in your b-tch jaws like a dentist, i’m so sorry
i be a [?]
couple of [?] done f-cked up my dough
head in a cup for a n-gg- that’s ghost
but when you get money, that’s the way it go
got me a model b-tch, ‘cane in her nose
chop the [?], she came with the clothes
yves saint laurent is the [?]
i just can’t get my sh-t else no where on the globe
straight off the runway and not at a show
straight out of harlem, i came to explode
feel like [?] it’s a hit everywhere i go
feel like [?] can’t f-ck with our flow
better hop on the boat
cut to my block, better tuck in your dope
cause my n-gg-s like b-tches with forty [?]
[?] a n-gg- like [?]

[chorus: young thug]
only keep a bag [?] on the road
in love with my dog, i’ma feed ’em nothin’ but [?]
i’m not from n-o but i’m stickin’ to the g code
call ’em, let ’em know that i’m the road with a load
come tell my doggy to [?] like you [?]
went it come to actavis, i’m a j just like cole
stack it to the ceiling, man you know that sh-t gon’ fold
ran up my money, i ran it up like i know
run it up



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