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young thug - slatty (demo) lyrics

[intro: young thug]
yeah, yeah

[chorus: young thug]
slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
hop in a benz, hopped out a porsche (skrrt)
hop in your friend (yeah), after your daughter (yee)
slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatt, slatt, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatt, slatt, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatt, slatt slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
i’m in the gym (of course), i don’t even care (wh0re)
i’m at the scene (yeah), knock off your boy (yeah)
keeping it clean (woah), drac’ with the beam
i got your team, popping a bean (yeah)

[verse 1: young thug]
i got a bag, that ain’t enough
my left wrist bling, yeah, that is tough
i k!lled his man in front of his mama
like f+ck lil’ bruh, sister and his cousin
now kick my sh+t, that ain’t no punt
i front my wrist, that ain’t enough
now i f+ck my b+tch, tell ’em it ain’t nothing
i shoot out, blatt, still ain’t cuffin’ up
pat ’em [?], k!ll ’em, not leaving no trace, yeah
k!ll ’em, not leaving a trace (brrt)
i’m ’bout to cut off the k, yeah
black diamonds, martin luther king (black)
i had to break in the safe, yeah
and i didn’t leave them a trace (yeah)
i had to break in a safe, yeah (yeah)
coppin’ lil’ mama the range (yeah)
hop in the jag, i just been doing the dash, woah (skrt skrt)
today my margiela was big, i look like a dad, woah (i look like a dad, woah)
she got gator on her purse, it look like a rash, woah (look like a motherf+ckin’ rash)
three hundred k out in turks and i’m still in my bag, woah (still in my bag)
[chorus: young thug & yak gotti]
slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah, woo)
slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
hop in a benz, hopped out a porsche (skrrt)
hop in your friend (yeah), after your daughter (yee)
slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatt, slatt, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatt, slatt, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatt, slatt slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
i’m in the gym (of course), i don’t even care (wh0re)
i’m at the scene (yeah), knock off your boy (yeah)
keeping it clean (keeping it clean, woah)
drac’ with the beam (drac’ with a beam)
i got your team, popping a bean (yeah)

[verse 2: yak gotti]
maniac k!lled em’ (yak)
maniac k!lled em’ (slatt)
maniac k!lled em’ (slatt)
yak, yak, yak, yak
dissect your body like science class, n+gga
give you my word, then i gotta deliver
bet they gon’ know when the slime in the building
hot as a iron, i mean hot like the sk!llet
creeping up crawling, know i was just skipping
gangsta ’cause you got a body, lil’ n+gga
magazine clips, so you might get your issue
you think you gangster cause’ you got a pistol
bye bye, felica, aim for your body, so they gotta eat it
i am yak gotti, but i’m not a vegan
flat had to pull up, the honda, the civic
running from twelve, then i jumped the fences
blood on my bottom, like roddy, richie
thinking my trigger, my trigger start itching
ride with the tec, she say point blank and period
when i aim at you it’s point range, no missing
lie in your grass and come out of your bushes
pick up that trip and i bet i start tripping
when i start tripping like i get a rush
my slime, he a crip, keep that stick like a crutch
mamba, fourth quarter how i’m in the clutch
[?] tell me every time it is us
hold up the crown like it’s knuck or you buck (slatt)
[chorus: young thug & yak gotti]
slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (gotti)
slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah, yak, yak)
slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
hop in a benz, hopped out a porsche (skrrt)
hop in your friend (yeah), after your daughter (yee)
slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatt, slatt, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatt, slatt, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatt, slatt slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

[verse 3: lil duke]
i shot at your mans
none of that sh+t wasn’t planned
i f+ck this b+tch and her friend
both of them b+tches, they came on my pants
louis v dripping, lil’ n+ggas
ain’t none of my n+ggas ain’t rocking no vans
he mad at me ’cause his b+tch is a fan
do what i want and he do what he can
i put that b+tch in a figure+four
too many vibes, so it’s hard to pick a ho
came from the bottom, i used to be broke, i was trapping
and i used to trap out the liquor store
i bet it all on a ten fold
jump off the ‘pat, that’s a give and go
now when i rap on the track it’s a ten or more
i’m in the club with a glock, it’s extended
tint is so dark they can’t see who is in it
n+ggas ain’t cashing out, these n+ggas rented
ysl, we going overboard
plugged everywhere like extension cords
slime love all the time, i’m ’bout to blow like a mine
i waited, i know it’s my time
all of my n+ggas got straps in the club and we just be screaming out–
[outro: young thug]
slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
hop in a benz, hopped out a porsche (skrrt)
hop in your friend (yeah), after your daughter (yee)
slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatt, slatt, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatt, slatt, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt
slatt, slatt slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
i’m in the gym (of course), i don’t even care (wh0re)
i’m at the scene (yeah), knock off your boy (yeah)
keeping it clean (woah), drac’ with the beam
i got your team, popping a bean (yeah)

- young thug lyrics

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