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young thug - get it on my own lyrics

[pre-chorus: young thug]
sweet potato pie and i’ma send a b-tch home
i’ma get it on my own n-gg- (yeah)
and i’m a motherf-ckin’ boss and i’ll never take a loss
and i’m the n-gg- on the throne n-gg- (yeah)
and i’m just tryna get ’em all
yes i’m on her like a scout
i’ma do it to these ho n-gg-s (yeah!)
i just turned out the tabernacle
pop that p-ssy like a snapple
b-tch so bad, she gettin’ kidnapped, uh (woo!)

[chorus: young thug]
get it on my own
i was tryna get it on my own
hey, get it on your own
n-gg- go ahead and get it on your own
yeah, get it on your own (hee!)
hey, i was tryna get it on my own, yeah (hee! hee!)
get it on my own (hee! hee!)
get-get it on my own

[verse 1: young thug]
thugger! thugger!
run up you a check, ah, ah
run up you a sack, ah, ah (hey)
buy a hatchback, ah, ah
still make it back, ah (skrr-skrr)
f-ck a n-gg- b-tch, ah
f-ck a n-gg- clique, ah
f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em, shoot a hundred clips (brrr-brrr-brrr-brrr)
shoot a hundred flips (hee! hee!)
rolling with some crips (balling)
rip to troupe n-gg-, what? (wha-what?)
i’m a muhf-ckin’ blood (blatt)
i’m on slauson n-gg- cuz (what!?)
i’m on slauson with my buz (i’m on slauson with my buz)
i’m on slauson with a gun (i’m on slauson with my gun)
imma park it next to her
hundred thousand for the rug, ah! (hee!)
hundred thousand for some studs, ah!
hundred thousand on her girls, ah! (get it)
hundred bands on my daughters (yeah)
hundred bands on my sons too (yeah)
hundred bands on my whole crew (yeah)
hundred bands b-tch i told you (woah)
bet a hundred thousand cause i told you (what?)
bet a hundred million i’ma show you (yeah)

[chorus: young thug]
get it on my own
i was tryna get it on my own
hey, get it on your own
n-gg- go ahead and get it on your own
yeah, get it on your own
hey, i was tryna get it on my own, yeah (hee!)
get it on my own (brrr)
get-get it on my own (ah!)

[verse 2: offset]
(offset!)
get it on my own my n-gg- run up in your home, my dogs tryna make a bone (hurrrr)
hey, put it to his dome and if he don’t wanna give it up, we gone have a funeral (bop)
i caught a couple cases, now i got these millions i’m trying to go buy a wraith (wraith)
f-ck the hoe then kick her out, put a hoe in her place
bought my momma a mansion, i told them build it on a lake
i just bought a ufo so i can leave earth
if you play with that money, i put you on a t-shirt
got them diamonds implanted into my mouth, my teeth hurt
before i get into the p-ssy, i get geeked first (hey)
i know they hated on me
i know you cannot believe
and i know your n-gg- cheaper than a v
racks stack to the ceiling, you can’t read
i done took my charges on my own
i done made a hundred thousand on my phone
do you smell what i’m saying like cologne
sticks and stones won’t break a n-gg- like the chrome
run it up, young n-gg- run it up
get up in the pot and hit it with the upper cut
your b-tch calling my phone, don’t quit to pick her up
mink coat made of fox no vivica

[verse 3: young thug]
suck a n-gg- d-ck or something
f-ck a n-gg- b-tch or something
suck a n-gg- clique or something
d-mn, b-tch gon’ make the kid a mil’ or something (hee!)
man i’m high, i’m in the nosebleeds (geeked)
babe my mouth look like some goldies (it do)
snap shot it, baby show me (show me)
baby for real baby, you owe me (hee!)
you can leak it on your ipod, leak it on your icloud
i’ma f-ck your b-tch now (swear to god)
your f-cking with the wrong clique now
i like your house and i will turn it to some bricks now (on god)
i’ll never trust a chick, i’ll never trust a b-tch
oh not in my clique, that’s it (that’s it)
she can suck a n-gg- d-ck and you can make her momma lick
and i will leave you nice and lit (oh sh-t)
baby wobble it, i’m popping it, i’m popping it (then what?)
i f-cked a lot of b-tches on and off the clock in prison (hee)
i don’t wanna talk to no one cause they can be suspicious (f-ck ’em)
sittin’ in the back, gettin’ fat like i’m peter griffin (woo!)
the last time i seen him, he didn’t have a penny (what!?)
and now this sh-t so fluent [?] went to prison
i was trippin’ at [?] i was suspended (yeah!)
now you can do your thing cause your son gettin’ it (hey!)

[pre-chorus: young thug]
sweet potato pie and i’ma send a b-tch home
i’ma get it on my own n-gg- (yeah)
and i’m a motherf-ckin’ boss and i’ll never take a loss
and i’m the n-gg- on the throne n-gg- (yeah)
and i’m just tryna get ’em all
yes i’m on her like scout
i’ma do it to these ho n-gg-s (yeah!)
i just turned out the tabernacle
pop that p-ssy like a snapple
b-tch so bad, she gettin’ kidnapped, uh (woo!)

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