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young thug – posse cut (elbow) lyrics

[chorus: young thug]
they hit the spot for a elbow (elbow)
just took a loss on a elbow (on a elbow)
the people’s choice on a elbow (the people’s choice, yeah)
i’m pretty sharp with my elbow (elbow, elbow)
i’m seein’ stars with my n-ggas, hey (stars with my n-ggas)
i’m f-ckin’ broads with my n-ggas, hey (i’m f-ckin’ broads with my n-ggas)
i’m just preachin’ god to my n-ggas, hey (preachin’ god to my n-ggas)
i rep the [?] my n-ggas lay (wheezy beats)
hey

[verse 1: lil duke]
fishtailin’ down the parking lot of magic city (skrrt)
penthouse, woke up in a mansion bedroom full of b-tches (in a mansion)
snitches get st-tches, we put chopper bullets through your tissue (brrrr)
and that don’t mean that you real because you got a pistol (it don’t)
i do this sh-t for my n-ggas (my n-ggas), all of my n-ggas official (official)
all of my n-ggas tote pistols (pistols), all of my n-ggas be k!llin’ (k!llin’)
all of my n-ggas drug dealin’
came from the trap, i could barely sleep
on that molly, i could barely eat
just popped a percocet to get on my feet
feds in the spot screamin’ “get on yo’ knees!” (duke)

[verse 2: losie]
some of this sh-t we do, it’s not illegal (it’s illegal)
i’ma do this sh-t for my people (for my people)
if i don’t got it, i’m lookin’ out the peephole (out the peephole)
and if she don’t do it right, i’ma teach her (woah)
i won’t f-ck the b-tch, she a [?] (woah, woah)
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they fake (no way)
break the brick down, just bag (bag it up)
they hatin’, n-gga, don’t laugh (woo)
i’m on fire, n-gga, no match
and i hit the b-tch, she p-ss (p-ss)
’bout the money, n-gga, i’m a -ss-ssin (what?)
ysl scorin’ baskets (los’)

[verse 3: cheat code]
i swear the money stickin’ to me like velcro (like velcro)
them crackers gave my partner [?] the people’s elbows (the people’s elbows)
they peep the way i’m startin’ to sell, bro, [?] the elbow
and if you built like you say, why you tell, bro? (then why you tell?)
but it told on [?], this sh-t h-ll, bro (but this sh-t h-ll)
i still remember when i was sittin’ in that cell, bro (sittin’ in that cell)
i swear to god i’m a product of my environment (my environment)
i swear to god i don’t care what them [?] (f-ck ’em)

[verse 4: wicced]
i just took a loss (sh-t), but homie get that sh-t back (let’s get it)
my cousin got a 20 (f-ck), he say he gon’ get that sh-t back (yeah)
and if i take yo’ sh-t (nah), n-gga, you ain’t gettin’ sh-t back (cash)
yeah, we really with it (ha), b-tch, we really with it (with it)
grindin’ like a motherf-cker tryna get some digits (money)
cold hearted motherf-cker, yeah, my heart is frigid (sheesh)
but i got that sk!llet (buck), i will make you feel it (yeah)
i been in all red lately, slugger say “let’s get it” (let’s get it)

[verse 5: gunna]
i’m with the squad, with my boys, these my f-ckin’ n-ggas (my f-ckin’ n-ggas)
i’m goin’ hard to the core, we gon’ get them millions (gon’ get them millions)
weigh them bands on a scale, whip it in the kitchen (whip it in the kitchen)
free the real, all my n-ggas in the penitentiary (free my n-ggas)
all these bands up in the spot, my trap done got too hot (the trap done got too hot)
my phone keep ringin’, it won’t stop, my wrist stay in the pot (wrist stay in the pot)
i be workin’ through the night, i walk ’round with a knot (i walk ’round with a knot)
servin’ in and out (in and out)
we workin’ through a drought (we workin’ through a drought)

- young thug lyrics

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