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young thug – st. laurent lyrics

[intro: young thug]
aye bro, is that jambo?
gang, gang
jambo
but these just all facts, n-gg- family
slatt, slatt, slatt

[chorus: young thug]
saint laurent tryna sue me, i’m so s-ssy (i’m so, i’m so)
saint laurent tryna sue me, i’m so bad (i’m so bad)
saint laurent tryna sue me (yeah)
i’m gettin’ way higher than pookie
i got big bloods (slatt, slatt), i got big bloods (slatt, slatt)
i drink big suds (slatt, slatt), i got big mud (slatt slatt)
i’m talking ’bout actavis (act), i’m f-cking a capitalist (yea)
i came out a mattress (i came out a what), i’m never going back, no

[verse 1: young thug]
b-tch got a big red tongue, ooh (yeah)
b-tch tryna suck it threw the straw, ooh
b-tch tryna tell me ’bout the law, ooh
b-tch, f-ck around made that n-gg- salt, ooh (okay)
i keep versaces on my drawer, ooh (okay)
i come out of defense, smoke my dogs, ooh (okay)
i put saint laurent on my bros, ooh (he lit)
i got more hoes than n-gg-s with gold, ooh (got more than)
fifty-thousands b-tches like we marchin’ for freedom (yeah)
i got a third bad b-tch with me like a regal (yeah)
uh, yeah, i got richer than don cheadle (don cheadle, b-tch)
yeah, told that hoe to suck my snake up
i told my b-tch to stop playin’ ‘fore i rape her (yeah, yeah)
b-tches know i’m havin’ swag, like omega (like oh, whoo)
i was trippin’, i had that b-tch, i shoulda made her
i was drivin’, pourin’ red, in the mangler

[verse 2: nickaveli]
aveli, uh
nickaveli the motherf-ckin’ captain, n-gg- (captain, n-gg-)
heard up out the trenches, i’m a savage n-gg- (i’m a savage n-gg-)
hundred thousand dollars in my mattress, n-gg- (in my mattress, n-gg-)
no, not average, n-gg- (no, no)
i’ll let you have it, n-gg- (i’ll let you have it)
gonna go bust some down, shoot a hundred round (at you)
nickaveli, real real right, i’m a bigger blood, yeah (i am)
sippin’ on mud, yeah, i’m really sippin’ on mud right now (right now)
nickaveli real king, that’s sh-t in my jeans, n-gg- (my jeans)
freebands, ysl, you know that my team, n-gg-
you get high like pookie, n-gg-, we don’t f-ck with goofy n-gg-s (we don’t f-ck with goofies)
got your bag in the air, we fly private (we fly private)
nickaveli, really really stylin’ (we got stylin’)
i’m a street n-gg-, all the way on the island (on the island, n-gg-)
tef-teflon don, john gotti (we out wildin’)
nickaveli, loose cannon, i be wildin’ (i be wildin’, n-gg-)
pull up, snatch your soul out your body (out your body, n-gg-)

- young thug lyrics

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