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young thug - stick up (robbery) lyrics

[intro]
(i’m in london, got my beat from london)

[chorus]
b-tch, this a stick up
i got my bricks up
i get her walls loose just like a speaker
i’m with the dawgs too, we doin’ pickups
shootin’ your blocks up
yeah, that’s real love
yeah, that’s real love
that be that real love
that’s, that’s real love
this is just real love
all these god d-mn thots on me
i got tattoos from my hairline to my knees
do it trilla
this is real love
this is real love
this be that real love
he gon’ shoot at p-ssy n-ggas on his knees
rollin’ over in the gr-ss like the army
big balenci on my -ss cost a monte
i been gettin’ lots of cheese like i’m parmes’
i attend a party rockstars in front of me
rose feet [?] do the dash, baby, call me

[refrain]
ayy, i got cash outside, ayy
can’t talk with the tribe, ayy
keep the cutter, don’t you try it, ayy
couple of these hunnids done expired

[verse 1]
i get the back end, i been gettin’ them racks in, yeah, uh
i look like black ken and i’m f-ckin’ your thotty, yeah, uh
look at his head big, now he got him a gash in it, yeah, uh
i get it drippin’, k!llin’ n-ggas, -ss-ssins, yeah (hoo)
these aren’t the [?], these are [?] (hoo, hoo)
they let me back in, i’m fly as aladdin (hoo, hoo)
i could back in, i fly way too high
i got black dubais outside right now, hi
i got grade a vice for a nice price
i’m a pharmacy, yeah, i got pints
they throw mercy in when all my guys shoot to the sky
i can’t go broke, i got racks ’til i die

[post-chorus]
real love (real love)
real love (real love)
real love, real love (real love)

[verse 2]
baby, pay your dues to a motherf-ckin’ boss
come and tie my shoes, i’m a motherf-ckin’ boss
b-tch, go tie your tubes, i don’t wanna slip up
b-tch, go prost-tute, bring me all of your bucks
gazelles on tuck, my handle’s up
got banded love and that’s perfect to her
got seven hoes with us, got seven good lucks
you know it’s us, it’s f-ck your suspect up
yikes, i don’t know why he spazzin’, yeah
i tied my ties with china white
i tried to buy the second life
i tried to f-ck lil tunechi wife
i wonder why she so uptight
i never f-cked lil’ mama face
i wanna buy your artist rights
i f-cked a psychic in dubai
then i took the private out dubai
no, it’s surprising how she ride
got my cheese pieces of gods, oh yeah
majority of my style

[refrain]
ayy, i got cash outside, ayy
can’t talk with the tribe, ayy
keep the cutter, don’t you try it, ayy
couple of these hunnids done expired
ayy, i got cash outside, ayy
can’t talk with the tribe, ayy
keep the cutter, don’t you try it, ayy
couple of these hunnids done expired

[outro]
yeah, that’s real love
that be that real love
that’s, that’s real love
this is just real love
all these god d-mn thots on me
i got tattoos from my hairline to my knees
do it trilla
this is real love
this is real love
this be that real love
he gon’ shoot at p-ssy n-ggas on his knees
rollin’ over in the gr-ss like the army

- young thug lyrics

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