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young thug - no way lyrics

[talking]
yeah, thugga
london on da track n-gg-
yeah, yeahhh
yeah, yeah, yeahhhh-uhhh
thugga

[chorus]
these p-ssy n-gg-s peasants, yeah
all my n-gg-s gon be present, yeah (here)
b-tch i’m wrapped up like a present, yeah
i got credit f-ck a debit (f-ck it)
and, i’m the truth this not no flexing
i got, skinny jeans with a weapon
and, i’m the future and the present
baby, pop that p-ssy like a pepsi
baby, i pick water like a water fountain
my money colored like a clown
show me them places like a noun
she can’t, can’t ride this d-ck without a sound

[hook]
no, no, no way, no-no way
no, no, no way, no-no way
no, no, no way, no-no way
no-no way, no-no way, no-no way
no way, no way, no way no way, no-no way
no way, no way, no way no way, no-no way, no-no way
no way, no way, no-no way, no-no way
no way, no way, no-no way, no-no way

[verse 1]
uh, i flood that b-tch she pop that p-ssy like a handstand
i get them bricks and bands and go do the saran dance
i told that b-tch suck my vienna out the can man
she started doing it without a command
i want you to feel this d-ck inside your hips
and i wanna eat that p-ssy creamy like a dip
her p-ssy wetter than the bottom of a ship
and i wanna make it clap without a clip
put your motherf-cking hands in the sky
throw it up, plus i’m too drunky to drive
wanna put that p-ssy p-ssy in the sky
wanna make that p-ssy squirt without a try
i might hit that p-ssy wrong and make it right
if i start from the ground i’ll hit the sky
i wear big time gl-sses
but i got these bands like i’m f-ckin ray-ban b-tch

[verse 2]
i called my baby “my shorty”, i got her looking up
i told that club i need 50 bands if they’re booking her
i woke up and ate it just like my chef was cooking her
or room service, watch out she at school nerdy
what’s up to bool dirty, walk ’round with a cool 30
i don’t care where they flying i just wanna know who birdys
babe don’t waste no time, come on suck it’s 2:30
i left my b-tch cause i found out she was too flirty
yeah, i designed all of my pants
i ain’t give no d-mn i used to spending 50 bands
yeah, green land tarzan
i got b-tches piling up like we some yams
she wish she could get my d-ck inside a can
i got 3 lil boys which means that i’m the man
i’ma pimp my carats out a rabbit
and i get mostly green like a salad

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