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young thug - gain clout lyrics

[chorus]
all of these young n-ggas k!llin’ each other, they tryna just gain clout
how you gon’ lie, just say that i said that, the f-ck is you talkin’ about?
i had the d-ck inside of her mouth and i still had the chopper out
i put the b-tch inside of a range, the way she suckin’ my c-ck
i take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put it on your tabletop
i got the croc chanel bag, i’m ’bout to go f-ck up the block
hop in the porsche then hopped out the jag’ and jack it like jack in the box
i put chanel, the lil’ bitty bags on over all of the thots

[verse 1]
maybach came with the torch and the hatchback
rayvac, spray his -ss back n-gga, blat, blat
my b-tches got credentials and green eyes like a black cat
your b-tch is almost fat, better stop playin’ ‘fore you get whacked
money got me sh-ttin’ like a laxative, no comparin’, i ran up the racks
all of my b-tches are boujee and bad, my money was long as his ‘lac
i told the b-tch that wasn’t my kid, i need a paternity
pull up to your block and takin’ your cookie, call me bernie

[interlude]
got the red interior, red shoes and red jeep
got a bad b-tch, don’t play the radio, greg street

[verse 2]
dead meat, know you’re just a dead breed (ha)
red meat, eat it like a deadbeat (deadbeat)
i pop a wheelie, i f-ck on a b-tch like i’m banshee (brrt)
bought a rolls royce and then i was smokin’ on whammy (hrr)
i put the b-tch on her back and i beat it like hercules (ha)
how the f-ck you let these rat n-ggas go get them some cheese? (ha)
i had to send the car comin’, i took off and ran with the keys (ha)
i put some diamonds on her toe, yeah they dancin’, chris breezy
i go to finland and i got a tall breezy comin’ from greece
i don’t believe her, i think she belize or she from middle east

[chorus]
all of these young n-ggas k!llin’ each other, they tryna just gain clout
how you gon’ lie, just say that i said that, the f-ck is you talkin’ about?
i had the d-ck inside of her mouth and i still had the chopper out
i put the b-tch inside of a range, the way she suckin’ my c-ck
i take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put it on your table top
i got the croc’ chanel bag, i’m ’bout to go f-ck up the block
hop in the porsche then hopped out the jag’ and jack it like jack in the box
i put chanel, the lil’ bitty bags on over all of the thots

- young thug lyrics

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