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young thug - the blanguage lyrics

metro boomin’ want some more n-gg-

look look
i f-cked her then washed off my d-ck with the curtains inside of the phantom
if he standing next to young thugger i train him to kill for the camera
you do not act grown around you lil’ baby you need you a pamper
i would not slide me the devil ride my bed like camels
i’m feelin’ like malcom in the middle, your b-tches they surround me they can’t miss ‘em
i swipe em then i wife em? n-gg- no
my next tap will be a roll of tissue
a young n-gg- came a long way from standin’ on the corner with the pistol
i bought her lot of missme jeans but i will never ever miss her
i’m chillin’ at the studio these b-tches wanna f-ck on the banana boat
i’m on the outskirt, chasin’ out the green smokin’ orange kush feelin’ like a cantaloupe
i fell in love with hannah montana all of her…
i f-cked cuz i slide on her brother, then i pulled off and left the b-tch with a nana

the devil ain’t called my soul

ran through my money, my diamonds come wet like a fisherman
i catch your lil’ b-tch and i take her to shop a bag wishin’ sh-t
i’m ballin, i never foul out start with the figure eight
you p-ssy, you know you a cat i see your whiskers you might tigger it
room at the intercontinental, room at the intercontinental, metro
rollie icey and a… i wanna see all the b-tches in the front
with her friends dancing with the pole inside the middle
is it a parade? get a n-gg-
babysitter, drake that n-gg-, we are realer, aye
f-ck your mama, f-ck your sister, f-ckin’ kill her, aye
po’ a 5, caterpillar, rollin’ with em, aye
found my rhythm, now that’s his -ss. run and kick him, aye
i say the truth because she the truth
n-gg- creepin in that coupe, doesn’t fit the roof
talkin sh-t, might drop, people listen to it
i’m bangin’ blood and whatever fluid

i f-cked her then washed off my d-ck with the curtains inside of the phantom
if he standing next to young thugger i train him to kill for the camera
i’m feelin’ like malcom in the middle, your b-tches they surround me they can’t miss ‘em
a young n-gg- came a long way from standin’ on the corner with the pistol
i’m chillin’ at the studio these b-tches wanna f-ck on the banana boat
i’m on the outskirt, chasin’ out the green smokin’ orange kush feelin’ like a cantaloupe
i f-cked cuz i slide on her brother, then i pulled off and left the b-tch with a nana
rollie icey and ain’t a symbol i wanna see al the b-tches in the front
with her friends dancing with the pole inside the middle
is it a parade? get a n-gg-

- young thug lyrics

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