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young thug - guwop lyrics

[hook: young thug]
i done put 20 inside the civic
i pull up on you and pop at your kid
i pull out your rocket and pop at your wig
i hopped out the coupe and i’m fresh as a b-tch
since i was a youngin’, i been gettin’ dough
i came right back in and i turn up the show
i want ’em xans, they get me off
i put the v neck on my team, yeah

[verse 1: young thug]
i dig everythin that you sayin’
i dig everythin’ that you doin’, too
i dig the way that you look at me
you dig the way that i look at you
i just wanna grab on your b-tt, but
the seat in the benz, the chanel clutch
the fn give him a haircut
i roll up a seven of john dutch
that big booty bounce on the d-ck and it broke
i don’t gotta act like a gangsta and she know
my backwood look like a pole
my backwood look like a pole
i see ’em clouds of the smoke
i’mma blow clouds of the smoke
pardon me, pardon my soul
n-gg-s they eatin’ in broad day
in that hoe mouth like a colgate
keepin’ that cold case, god, please give me that cold case
i don’t want new friends, forgive me for all of my sins
i don’t want to think about it, losin’ all i wanna do, yeah, yeah
[hook: young thug]
i done put 20 inside the civic
i pull up on you and pop at your kid
i pull out your rocket and pop at your b-tch
i hopped out the coupe and i’m fresh as a b-tch
since i was a youngin’, i been gettin’ dough
i came right back in and i turn up the show
i want ’em xans, they get me off
i put the v neck on my team, yeah

[verse 2: young scooter]
without the radio, it’s 20 a show and that’s fasho
i need that bacon, b-tch, we buyin’ dope, that’s how it go
like a migos, rep that freebandz
that 44., i could cook the dope with no stove
pot on the floor
pull up in that coupe sh-t, they like d-mn, where the roof went?
in the streets, they call me jay z, cause b-tch, i got the blueprint
no n-gg-, i don’t want no old hunnids, you know i want ’em blue strips
and i can’t f-ck you old hoes, i’m ballin’ with my new b-tch
yeah
you dig that? 200,000 worth of chain and that’s a fact
got my name in this rap game by sellin’ crack
rest in peace to og double d, you did that, slime!

[hook: young thug]
i done put 20 inside the civic
i pull up on you and pop at your kid
i pull out your rocket and pop at your wig
i hopped out the coupe and i’m fresh as a b-tch
since i was a youngin’ i been gettin’ dough
i came right back in and i turn up the show
i want ’em xans, they get me off
i put the v neck on my team, yeah

[verse 3: quavo]
shoot out the coupe
shoot out the roof
pull up and smash on her
we don’t got to put a bag on her
i took your hoe, ya dig?
i told a hoe to sit
had big bells, midgets
now you can say i got millions
swam with the sharks, water
you be law and order
i be gettin’ money every mornin’: tom joyner
i heard you gettin’ money, but you payin’ em n-gg-s extortin’ ya
you pay for your fame and fortune
you pay for your fame and fortune
i am the plug, cordless
pull up with blazers, portland
i pay the neighbors to pick up the dope on they porches
i came from nickel, i came from nickels
my n-gg-s don’t know you, we don’t f-ck with you
ive been in the system, i’ve been in a pickle
you dig me like shovels, i gotta f-ck with ya

[verse 4: offset]
hop in the private
this is a lambo, not a hybrid
my wrist is a faucet
feed ’em perkies, i’m the doctor
draco, 100 round choppa
she got her eyes on me like binoculars
count up this money, it’s marvelous
stall the b-tch, i don’t call the b-tch
you better dig what i’m sayin’
i’mma kill you and your mans
beat down the block like an amp
goin’ up like a skateboard on a ramp
go buy a rollie and bust it
talkin’ that tough sh-t
but you know you not gon’ bust sh-t
look at my fashion
this is a gucci rug, b
i’m trappin’ and rappin’
still got ’em babies in custody
my diamonds be dancin’
live in a mansion
my life is lovely
and i am loyalty
knock your -ss off
pay the lawyer fee
sh-t can get ugly

[hook: young thug]
i done put 20 inside the civic
i pull up on you and pop at your kid
i pull out your rocket and pop at your b-tch
i hopped out the coupe and i’m fresh as a b-tch
since i was a youngin’, i been gettin’ dough
i came right back in and i turn up the show
i want ’em xans, they get me off
i put the v neck on my team, yeah
pop at your b-tch

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