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young thug - stiff arm lyrics

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[intro: young thug]
thugga!
step on n-gg-s
ride up on n-gg-s (in ghosts)
goose got another one
ride up on n-gg-s
step on n-gg-s (step)
walk up on n-gg-s (walk up)
up (woo!)
goose got another one

[chorus: young thug & quavo]
he say he wanna creep on n-gg-s (creep)
crawl up on n-gg-s (crawl up, crawl up)
sleep on n-gg-s (slatt)
slap on n-gg-s (ta, ta, ta)
grip on n-gg-s (woo)
trip on n-gg-s (blatt)
rip my n-gg-s (r.i.p, aye)
stiffarm n-gg-s (stiffarm)
my b-tch say she love me (b-tch, aye)
my boy say he trust me (ya digg)
my mom say she missed me (aye)
my hoe, she done diss me (what?)
the plug say he done (aye)
he ain’t f-ckin’ wit none (woo)
he don’t wan’ see the gun (nope, aye)
he done blown all the funds (aye, oh)

[verse 1: quavo]
quavo!
step on these n-gg-s like roaches (bleghck)
eat on your hoe like a vulture (eat it up)
it’s a shotgun in that sofa (shotgun)
better not sit on that sofa (ooh)
skinny but i got my weight up (weight)
i cover the work up like makeup (wrap it)
i give her the boot, she gon’ stay up (woo)
she suckin’ and f-ckin all the way ’til 8am
migos, thugga packin out the whole stadium (oh)
we pull up, we lookin’ like aliens (oh)
we pull out big guns, there’s no saving him (oh)
r.i.p. pistol, they took us away from him (d-mn)
r.i.p mike, man they took us away from him (d-mn)
r.i.p. troup, man they took us away from him (oh d-mn)
i pray to god my angel got an ak on him (bah, bah)
cross the devil out, you know we can’t play with him (naw)
you can’t play with them, no, you can not play with them (can’t play with him)
if you pull that chopper out, well, you gonna have to spray on them (spray on them)
ain’t no more talkin’ lil hoe (naw)
ain’t no more talkin’ lil b-tch (naw)
you wanna start sh-t (you started it)
we pull up and saw sh-t (woo)

[chorus: young thug & quavo]
he say he wanna creep on n-gg-s (creep)
crawl up on n-gg-s (crawl up, crawl up)
sleep on n-gg-s (woo, slatt)
slap on n-gg-s (ta, ta, ta)
grip on n-gg-s (woo)
trip on n-gg-s (blatt)
rip my n-gg-s (r.i.p, aye)
stiffarm n-gg-s (stiffarm)
my b-tch say she love me (b-tch, aye)
my boy say he trust me (ya digg)
my mom say she missed me (aye)
my hoe, she done diss me (what?)
the plug say he done (aye)
he ain’t f-ckin’ wit none (woo)
he don’t wan’ see the gun (nope, aye)
he done blown all the funds (hey)

[verse 2: offset]
offset!
my momma, she say she that she need me (mom)
first day i got out, i took my kids to denny’s (denny’s)
put my d-ck in her mouth like i’m a dentist (blegh)
we play with the racks like venus, serena (racks)
while i’m countin’ this money, laughin’ like hyenas (haha)
i tossed the whole turn up like my name is tina (turn up, hoe)
i’m drinkin’ actavis while she drink my s-m-n (act)
i’m aimin’ at ya, got the beamer on nino (rrah, rrah)
up in the bando, we whip with that fork (bando)
baking soda, mix it up with the c-ke (c-ke)
the money make these b-tches sell all they souls (woah)
they just want the red up under they toes (yeah)
thuggin’ on n-gg-s, i’m 2pac shakur (thuggin’)
i’m a migo so i keep a señora (migo)
run to the money, you slow like a tortoise (go)
when i’m on that codeine, i be hearing voices (h-llo)
when i came home, i had me another million (eww)
drop the top on the bentley, i hurt their feelings (let’s go)
i’m a beast, i’m a m-ssacre, i’m a villain (rrah)
while i’m still in, i beat him, i plead him guilty (beat)
hit her from the back, put her face in the pillow (smash)
i’m a millionaire, beat my chest like a gorilla (cash)
put my ice on that p-ssy, i made it chiller (ice)
got them birds in my trap like i live in philly (uh)

[chorus: young thug & quavo]
he say he wanna creep on n-gg-s (creep)
crawl up on n-gg-s (crawl up, crawl up)
sleep on n-gg-s (slatt)
slap on n-gg-s (ta, ta, ta)
grip on n-gg-s (woo)
trip on n-gg-s (blatt)
rip my n-gg-s (r.i.p, aye)
stiffarm n-gg-s (stiffarm)
my b-tch say she love me (b-tch, aye)
my boy say he trust me (ya digg)
my mom say she missed me (aye)
my hoe, she done diss me (what?)
the plug say he done (aye)
he ain’t f-ckin’ wit none (woo)
he don’t wan’ see the gun (nope, aye)
he done blown all the funds (aye, oh, ooh)



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