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young thug - the stoe lyrics

[intro: young thug]
thugga! thugga! baby! yeah
i got qc in this mothaf-cka with me you know what i’m sayin’ the whole mothaf-ckin faculty ya digg
you know what i’m sayin’, solid
we stayin’ solid you know what i’m sayin’
in the b-tch mouth like trident
you know what i’m sayin’, free the goat
dig what i’m sayin’ folk
hey!

[chorus: young thug]
slob on my bro, hop on my boat
front you a four, come by the stoe
get you some blow, stack you some dough
f-ck you some hoes, put on yo bros
bring me my key, i’m at the door
take a .4, pour up a four
way from the start, i was goin’ hard
i’m goin’ hard, oh so hard

[bridge: quavo]
she bobbed on my knob
like corn on the cob
bring that dough to me
and you will keep your job
runnin’ from the feds
on the highway gettin’ head (12!)
i didn’t have to ask for shit, we ain’t never beg
(now ask yourself)
is you gon’ run with my clique or something?
(who you wit’)
is you gon’ run with my clique or something?
(migo)
is you gon’ run with my clique or something?
(ysl ysl)
is you gon’ run with my clique or something?

[verse 1: quavo]
when the dope come back i know its a payday
when i’m in the kitchen i might do the nae nae
pour a pinky baby drinkin’ on day day
she gon’ smash the homies, got that from ray-j
all of us bosses from huncho to sensei
way back then when i saw my first 10k
we’ll buy a song for the dj
just to get the song played
nigga get [?] to caliente

[verse 2: takeoff]
before this rap shit i’ve been poppin’ shit
been runnin’ with that check like in monopoly
before versace, niggas been tryna copy me
don’t care ’bout the [?] the street gon’ acknowledge me
remember niggas didn’t believe me
can’t come to my senses, leanin’ in my yeezys
i wanna know why you leave out and come back in my life
cause you know i really do need ya
i don’t want half of you cause that’s a teaser
movin’ your [?] back i know how to treat ya
i never disrespect the baby
i promise i would never pour and zip up in the liter
put you on lingo cause takeoff a teacher
all of my niggas sound like they got fevers
look at that [?] when we pullin’ up, its nice to meet ya
my vehicle talk to a creature
i got some niggas that lock em off
won’t do no talkin’ like peter but bop off
ridin’ with the top off, me and my sawed off
finna make [?] with the b-tch
i f-ck her jaw off
my niggas having artillery
so when they pop off i know who be shootin’
spit this shit like it’s a loogie
i walk in the club and i’m dabbin’, cam newton

[verse 3: offset]
i’m goin’ hard like a block of cement
president tint in the back of the bent’
my b-tch gettin’ big cause yo pockets on lint
go to the booth and i turn to clark kent
i’m a criminal b-tch, know it come with this shit
got the glock on yo hip and i dab with that shit
beat the pot with a fork like it’s a fist
i just spent ten thousand on my fit
never stoppin’, run and go get the profit
pocket watcher [?]
don’t talk to me ’bout the plug when i’m the socket
beat a nigga with my ice on like hockey
we from the store
paint you a picture like art
i might feed you to the shark
plug on the boat noah’s ark
it’s time to ride in that wraith
my new b-tch took that whole play
i’m whippin’ up fish like filet
put my d-ck in her mouth like colgate
we gon’ f-ck on that b-tch and don’t lay
sk ak we don’t play
made a million off jose
sellin’ mayo like oj

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