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young thug - nigeria lyrics

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[hook – young thug:]
me get you in nigeria
take a trip to jamaica
smoking weed from nigeria
take a look in the mirror
all i see is a millionaire
take a trip to siberia
oh so cold in siberia

[verse 1 – young thug:]
you know take all the city
like i got keys know this here
young thug is frigid
my flow is hot like a motherf-cking skillet
when i look at myself look like a million ticket
rich gang baby
i drove my momma crazy
then i went brazy
1017 try to make me
like a motherf-cking baby
still blowing trust funds, all hundreds
on a n-gg- hun and a n-gg- son
i’m fly as a motherf-cker
put my cape on
oh yeah

[hook]

[verse 2 – gucci mane:]
b-tch can’t tell me nothing
n-gg- can’t tell me nothing else
got 2 mill on me right now
you can have money and still wouldn’t know how
2 punch in my back pot, b-tch you hit the jackpot
b-tch get with these half gats
you f-ckin with them half knots
i’m the type of n-gg- drop cash on em
he the type of n-gg- go half on it
i ain’t trying to run a tab on it cause the -ss so fat, gotta grab on it
yeah gucci man it’s the boss hunned
i don’t drive cars that’s all sunny
got a charger cost more than a maybach
so i know my homeboy rick ross want it
and they call me like 2 hunned
i 223 2 snow bunnies
the difference my car your car
my car cost way more money
thank shot he got dome called
let they call me no money
that young n-gg- my real dog
he’ll do anything for me

[hook]

[verse 3 – peewee longway:]
do you know what i do to you
plet your b-tch from you
turn her shoes into jimmy choo
early in the morning, sipping mud is what players do
take her down, sl-ss them
let her know that my side blue
and let her shoot my busses
baby tell em before noon
you making boss moves, d-mn girl
what you tryina do
is how a boss move, the better… for you
and now the -ss, that fendi dress a little nice on you
with all this cash, i never want i spend on you
take a flight just to f-ck on you
san francisco, just smoke cookies
and if i always talk, i might bust on you
and you ain’t getting your money
and you might wanna watch your lady
i’m on molly tryina f-ck me something
got a whole lot of og bags in
and i ain’t worried bout nothing



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