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young thug - never had it lyrics

[intro: young thug]
yeah, yeah
yo, yo
ysl

[chorus: young thug]
p-ssy n-gg-s actin’ like they never had sh-t
all these b-tches actin’ like they never had sh-t
i got a bad b-tch, she said she always had sh-t
all these flawless diamonds, yeah they’re lookin’ gl-ssy
catch that n-gg- slippin’, i’ma do ’em nasty
check out my attire, this expensive fabric
and we can wrestle just like randy savage
my jewelry as cold as an attic
the kushy that i smoke’ll blow your lungs out
i’ma walk in and clutch it like it’s a war house
all your b-tches thats busted, they live in your house
what goes up comes down, my n-gg-, north south
i done ran up them m’s without a tour now
she done stepped up her game, christian couture now
these n-gg-s thought that they knew it but they don’t know it now
i swear to god they’re pursuin’ at all my shows now

[verse 1: young thug]
ayy, hopped out my ‘vette and hopped right in a foreign
ayy, b-tch don’t get close, this a mothaf-ckin’ warning
ayy, suck that d-ck good, i’m the mothaf-ckin’ warden
ayy, she runnin’ away from my weed like it farted
she don’t wanna swallow so i put it on her neck
i beat that p-ssy up, she loud as a parade
i got 1 million but only 10 in the bank
i taste a sample, i only buy if it’s dank
i cook fishscale, and sang to her same time like tank
i was born in ’91, 23 years old with a whole lotta stain
(5 star mothaf-cka) baby can you feel my pain?
all my diamonds need to be drained
i got a gangsta b-tch that’s gon’ bang
and i got racks up, i can’t complain
and all my dogs, they’re dirty, check for mange
and all i gotta do is reserve your brains
and i’m a gangsta, my nuts, they gon hang
who said you was straight? boy you need to be retained

[verse 2: young dolph]
took the rollie off, put the breitling back on
walk in the room and i cut the lights on
why you spendin’ like that? cause i ain’t never had sh-t
this that real n-gg- paper route, ysl sh-t
never loved a b-tch but i love money
in the church payin’ my t-thes with drug money, thank you
went and got a new plug, got mama a new house
and a couple new coupes, that’s how a young n-gg- live
couple b-tches, good weed that how a n-gg- chill
top floor, penthouse, still crackin’ seals
them houston n-gg-s be like, “that young n-gg- trill”
them new york n-gg-s say that young n-gg- ill…it’s dolph
my mama always told me dress to k!ll
hey, my uncle always told me pack the steel
hey, that n-gg- thugger, that’s my mothaf-ckin’ brotha
from a motherf-ckin’ ‘nother, i’ma show you how to make magic
the f-ck is you mad at?
got your b-tch dancin’ all in my spot with no panties
i said, “b-tch where your mothaf-ckin’ man at?
f-ck that, where your friends at?” dammit
sold 50 p’s, hold it, have to bag it
that little b-tch you lovin’ on, i been had it
pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty
mama call all my big booty b-tches trashy

- young thug lyrics

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