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young thug - gangster shit lyrics

[intro]
did you pray today?
did you pray today?
i could d-ck you down on some gangster sh-t
did you pray today?
i could put you down on the gangster sh-t
i could put you down with some gangster sh-t
did you pray today?
did you have a baby?
you got ventilation
her s-x is amazin’
she like penetratin’
i’ll leave that p-ssy achin’
thugger!

[verse 1]
i was bangin’, servin’ rocks inside my cl-sses
big pimpin’, you can send it up, just fax it
i was fresh, every day like it was my last day
these politics, they’re tryna lock me up and latch it
these politics, they’re tryna bop me, but i’m savage
for every b-tch that tried to diss me, i’m not average
i told my mom i want some green, ain’t talkin’ cabbage
these b-tches backstabbin’ and these n-gg-s done turned to addicts
they ridin’ ’round geeked up out their mind
soon as they come down, ain’t got a f-ckin’ dime
where that n-gg-? that reggie, that’s a whole other story
her n-gg-‘s diamonds like glaciers, seven rings on me like horry
i flood my wifey with them vvs and that cc
i swear to god i’ve been so fresh ever since little league
my old lady know all these girls are tryna steal me
steal, yeah
check out my diamonds, i’ma shine until they feel me
they put them teeth inside my mouth and then she healed me
all these p-ssy n-gg-s really small, lily
yeah she put that p-ssy on my log, ooh-wee
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[hook]
i could d-ck you down on some gangster sh-t
i could d-ck you down on some gangster sh-t
i could put you down on some gangster sh-t
i could have you ridin’ round with gangsters, sh-t
i could talk to [?], she’s a gangsta b-tch
i can talk to ralo, he a gangsta n-gg-
yeah, i done popped the top, that’s a gangsta lit
650 thou’, that’s a gangsta lick

[verse 2]
runnin’ circles, on these n-gg-s
drinkin’ color purple, on these n-gg-s
ayyy, i’ma take off runnin’, on these b-tches
when hungry, i fill up my tummy, with these riches
when i’m servin’ you, homie, when i’m servin’ you
gotta keep the tool on me, gotta keep the tool
her booty lookin’ plummy, plummy
these lil’ n-gg-s lookin’ b-mmy, b-mmy
if i say, “come on,” you know she comin’, comin’
og kush, it’s smellin’ like a junkie, junkie
these f-ck n-gg-s, they done bought my drugs
they’ll have you lookin’ like a man in debt
you see i’m out here

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