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young thug – keep up lyrics

[chorus]
f-ck i just can’t keep up
and it’s cause i love you both, ayy
and don’t you ever ever think about
treating me the worst way cause i love you both, ayy
i’m still running ’round this b-tch thugging
i’m still running ’round this b-tch dirty
i’m still running ’round this b-tch busting
can’t believe i ain’t gave it up yet
we gon’ leave a n-gga head on today
we gon’ leave a n-gga neck on his chest
got myself saying f-ck a n-gga b-tch
can’t believe it
can’t believe i ain’t gave it up yet

[verse 1]
for this cash ain’t no difference, bet
on his head like a mitch-ll & ness
went to bed with a b-tch then she text
yeah this cash make her different
burberry bag on my back
with your plain honda civic, lil b-tch
the f-ck is you doing with the cash?
gon’ end up missing, b-tch (swear)
we letting off sticks at your car (hah, ya digg)
we spazz on yo -ss like you down with the law
pull up the bentley, then chop up your whole little bitty boy
pull up with stacks
i got more money than you and your whole little squad
torture them babies, hah
do ’em the worst way, hah
keep acting crazy, do no more hear or say
i make them chickens gon’ lay a egg, i need some rackades
i stack up some green like saint patrick’s day
i’mma try but-

[chorus]
i can’t keep up, hey
i care for you both, ayy
so don’t you ever ever think about
treating me the worst way cause i love you both, hey
still in the streets thugging, yeah
i’m still in the streets thugging, yeah
i’m still in the streets thugging, yeah
can’t believe i ain’t gave it up yet
i’m still in the streets thugging, yeah
i’m still in the streets busting, yeah
i’m still in the streets dirty, yeah
can’t believe it
can’t believe i ain’t gave it up yet

[verse 2]
can’t believe it, still can’t believe it
if you play i want your hand that you roll with, better get your feet, yeah
n-gga playing with a g man whole lot of g’s in the key, yeah
in the vip with your b-tch and a whole lot of freaks sucking d-ck, yeah
n-gga playing with my man, pop his trunk get the wam n-gga, eat that
n-ggas dripping got two cuban links with a jeffery on the v-neck
that’s some real drip, n-gga, heat that or eat that and defeat that
better have you a d-ck ’cause you can’t keep me in check

[bridge]
boy, you can’t keep up
yeah, show me love
won’t somebody give a f-ck?
because i can’t keep up
i can’t keep up
don’t you ever try to mistreat me, baby
do me wrong, yeah
don’t you ever do that to the thugger
because i love you both

[outro]
still in the streets and i’m thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, yeah, yeah
still in the streets, n-gga bustin’, bustin’, bustin’, yeah, yeah
still in the streets, n-gga dirty, dirty, dirty, yeah, yeah
still in the streets drinking dirty, dirty, dirty, yeah, yeah
still in the streets drinking muddy, muddy, muddy, yeah, yeah
still in the streets with them birds flying south and north, yeah
still in the streets with them thugs boutta thuggin yeah, yeah
still in the muhf-ckin’ streets
(rip street)
still in the muhf-ckin’ streets
(rip street)
still in the muhf-ckin’ streets
(got a bankroll, n-gga, rip street)
still in the muhf-ckin’ streets, streets
still in the streets, streets
wheezy on the beat

- young thug lyrics

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