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young thug - mister lyrics

[intro]
mister (x3)
hey mister
mister (x3)

[hook: young thug]
i don’t give no f-ck about you
just make sure you ball me mister
hundred thousand dancers in my house
just make sure you ball me mister
i live my life just like a mister
i f-ck these hoes just like a mister
i treat your b-tch like they no mister
i live my life just like a mister

[verse 1: young thug]
thugga thugga throw a hundred bands off in a day
thugga thugga throw a hundred bands on anybody
f-ck n-ggas know we got them bodies
f-ck n-gga slimin’ is a habit
throw them bands rack-cakes turn to flipper
thugga goin’ crazy shootin’ missiles
(blahh blahh) man down, stand down
w-ssup, young round, you slime? hands down!
i cash out so fast and i head straight to any town
young thugger, young thugger got migos with 40 pounds
i told my young vato he shoot up, you goin’ down
mister, mister, mister, mister, lay it down

[verse 2: wavy wallace]
all the hoes they know my name, but you gotta call me mister
i’m workin’ ho right on my insta, [?] got work off insta
thugger droppin’ bombs, and i’m letting off the missile
thugger baby don’t miss ’em, probably f-ck a friend of her sister
young n-gga you better listen, my money claimed by my position
so many claim that they ball, when they ain’t even scottie pippen
they name my bank roll “david blaine”, ‘cause my sh-t a magician
this sh-t just start doin’ tricks, [?] how it just start flippin’
yeah i might spend my money on my b-tch, but that don’t mean that i’m shrinkin’
and it’s something i’m sipping moet, but that don’t mean that i’m trippin’
a lot of my woes is blood, the rest of my n-ggas is crip
they gives no f-ck about your position, so make sure you call me mister

- young thug lyrics

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