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young thug – righteous lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yes
jeffery
(run that back turbo!)

[chorus]
i put a coolin’ system on a mac (yeah)
[?] on a jet, we can land in the back (yeah)
pebbles in the rollie give you a heart attack
you don’t never have a spot, hold it down till i get back (yeah)
i gotta fine b+tch she righteous (fine b+tch she righteous)
i gotta fine b+tch she righteous (i gotta fine b+tch she righteous)
don’t you tell me what you can do for me
i plead these chanel bags and private flights, yeah (private)
[verse]
2009 i had bundles of crystal (slatt)
2010 we had acky and [?] (yeah)
i would of got on my knees for you right now (but, what?)
if i didn’t have on this off+white, girl
bout the time to show you, i’m the truth
i’m the best to ever do, i’m the truth
now tell me, who are you?
i don’t wanna settle for no swoo
my money long as a bus, and i can’t even get a rush
(and i can’t even give lil shawty a rush)
i drink on codeine, my b+tch a tourist
i’m bout to have s+x with your mind, girl (woo!)
your about to feel it down your spine, girl
gator boots they swine, girl (swine)
you gotta fog on your back and its swine (you gotta fog on your back and its swine, woo!)
now that you got implants you don’t drink nothing but wine (drink nothing but wine)
23 watches still don’t got no time
you the only one i’m f+cking that’ll make me whine (cry)
you the first girl that make me nut four times
i turned you from a dime to a quarter
now you look like a [?], but they want you (woo!)
some say you a snack, some say you a meal (whatchu say?)
you gotta cuff a ball player, ain’t that big a deal
but i’m the only one who got your clothes at the crib (yeah)
[chorus]
i put a coolin’ system on a mac (i put a coolin’ system on a mac)
[?] on a jet, we can land in the back
pebbles in the rollie give you a heart attack
you don’t never have a spot, hold it down till i get back
i gotta fine b+tch she righteous (i gotta fine b+tch she righteous)
i gotta fine b+tch she righteous (i gotta fine b+tch she righteous)
don’t you tell me what you can do for me
i plead these chanel bags and private flights, yeah (private)

[verse]
you gotta bounce on it like pogo (bounce)
i got the latest chanel man robe (yeah)
i got a bad b+tch like marilyn monroe
tinted that lamborghini look like a rolls
i put some diamonds on my cars, now the garage froze (brrr)
i keep a couple freak hoes at le montrose (on god)
don’t look at my text, n+gga they not yours (hah)
only thing she said, but i sell out every time i do a show (facts)
the jeweler called bout jewellery and i told ’em ten+fold (go ahead do that)
i upgraded my ears and they big as a mento (woo)
i just signed for the cover and it was on big vogue (big vogue)
men in black i got big clips on a .44
i wipe his motha f+cking nose
i was in a roach, now i [?] low
my ass got a condo on top of n0bu, no joke (yeah, yeah)
[bridge]
bout the time to show you, i’m the truth
i’m the best to ever do, i’m the truth
now tell me who are you
i don’t wanna settle for no swoo

[chorus]
i put a coolin’ system on a mac (yeah)
[?] on a jet, we can land in the back
pebbles in the rollie give you a heart attack
you don’t never have a spot, hold it down till i get back
i gotta fine b+tch she righteous
i gotta fine b+tch she righteous
don’t you tell me what you can do for me
i plead these chanel bags and private flights, yeah

- young thug lyrics

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