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young thug - think twice (session edit) lyrics

[intro]

[chorus: juice wrld]
you better think twice ‘fore they come for your life (uh+huh)
put my d+ck in your wifey a couple of times (uh, uh+huh)
i’m feeling like busta, this choppa ‘ll bust ya’ (uh+huh)
this b+tch get to rappin’, and spittin’ in rhymes (b+tch, uh+huh)
you a p+ssy n+gga, uh+huh, feline (uh+huh)
just in case i gotta shoot 9 times (uh+huh)
tatted on my wrist, sh+t, three nines (three nines)
these rich n+ggas, recline (‘cline) (yeah)

[verse 1: juice wrld]
hop in a whip with them k!llers, they totin’ them b (skrrt, skrrt)
if i don’t got money then, yeah, i’ma rob you (yeah)
i came from the bottom, i came from the gutter (yeah)
never been no pеdestrian, i feel like gunna (uh+huh, uh+huh)
i feel like birdman or somеthin’, the way i be stuntin’ (uh+huh)
put hermès on the joggers, three thousand, ain’t nothin’ (uh+huh)
my brother locked up, won’t let him out
treat him like akon, lock him down

[bridge: juice wrld]
ooh, oh, oh
it cost to live like this
never thought i’d have a crib like this
i remember it was loose chains, now it’s new chains
that’s the sound you hear
remember i thought i was going no where
they calling me from back home, they want me dead
show in the chi’, performing with one in the hand
[verse 2: young thug]
i gotta play with you mama
and i got a coupe and it came in the summer (skrrt)
louis vuitton, virgil runners and i got colors of virgil runners (yeah)
he smokin’ synthetic weed, i can’t get nun’ of that, i’m gettin money (uh)
i gotta protect my degrees, these n+ggas bitin’, they eatin’ like a mamba (yeah)
back to back, turnt up the summer
i’m high as a f+ck, but i had to let the lock to de+test, your honor
got a backroom full of exotic dranks, i done poured up the syrup, the act’ is expensive (skrrt)
you gotta check my persona, you know this sh+t fine and i got on aroma (woo)
your new boo can tell you “you hot as a sauna”, but you know we f+ck up the summer (woo)
i just got some head with no t++th, i just had your ho suckin’ d+ck in the jeep
sprinkle this ho in codeine, i was just sprinklin’ a lil’ blunt with leaves
i just had to tell her i’m relieved, and i’m signed, myself, to the streets
black and white new rolex on, i call it “cookie cream”

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