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young thug - photogenic lyrics

[intro]
808 mafia
thugger, ay, thugger, ay
she so fine, and she photogenic

[chorus]
he been did it but now i’m doing it
all these lil’ b-tches, they some allen ratchet
all of these f-ck n-ggas some alley cats
you cakin’ b-tches, where they do that at
call eliantte, let’s tour that
they gettin’ money but i’m like who is that
i’m sellin’ out and i turn up for the crowd
she turn it up, she turn it up for the crowd
i swear to god, she photogenic
i swear to god, she photogenic
my eyes on her, she photogenic
treat her like a gym and perform gymnastics
only gettin’ bigger like i’m fat b-st-rd
i’ma grind harder, climb up on that ladder
she wan’ do it, i don’t even gotta ask

[verse 1]
c-o-d, cash on delivery
on that gangster sh-t, i can’t tell, i keep it in the street
i was grindin’, grindin’, rappin’
i was trappin’ my cd
first they just was laughin’
now these n-ggas mad when they see me
throw that money, out the top inside the t-top
hunnid twenty, got my t–th white as a reeboks
three five of dank inside a backwood like it’s legal
i hit the club just to f-ckin’ see her cause she photogenic
you godd-mn right she photogenic
i know she know she photogenic

[verse 2]
ysl on my styrofoam and in red
yellow diamonds on my pinky, call ’em lemonheads
they don’t wanna tell they rather f-ck and suck instead
i fought the baby ’til she lazy, can’t get out the bed
lotta spots like a motherf-ckin’ cheetah n-gga
tell you somethin’ about that b-tch you wanna leave with, n-gga
i f-cked, then p-ssed her to my bro like a receiver
and that p-ssy wet like she a seagull n-gga
hermès, i got a bel ami by hermès
i need some perkys, call my f-ckin’ med
she spilled the bean, why did she do that
my n-gga told me, “shoulda knew that”
she playing games, she make me nude
f-ck around and make me youtube it

[chorus]
he been did it but now i’m doing it
all these lil’ b-tches, they some allen ratchet
all of these f-ck n-ggas some alley cats
you cakin’ b-tches, where they do that at
call eliantte, let’s tour that
they gettin’ money but i’m like who is that
i’m sellin’ out and i turn up for the crowd
she turn it up, she turn it up for the crowd
i swear to god, she photogenic
i swear to god, she photogenic
my eyes on her, she photogenic
treat her like a gym and perform gymnastics
i’m looking bigger like i’m fat b-st-rd
i’ma grind harder, climb up on that ladder
she wan’ do it, i don’t even gotta ask

- young thug lyrics

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