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young thug – what to say lyrics

[intro: young thug]
ysl the mothaf-ckin’, uh
we the real band gang, b-tch
i made a million in twenty two days, f-ck boy
(808 mafia) ha!

[verse 1: lil duke]
came from the jungle with animals
can’t run if you don’t got no stamina
since a young n-gg-, been runnin’ with hammers
fire your -ss off like a candle
race through the city of atlanta
ball on these n-gg-s like cancer
ball on your b-tch like a bouncer
not buying if it’s less than an ounce
we walk in the club, they announce
poppin’ them bottles, we standing on couches
real n-gg-s that can vouch
i really got ’em and got ’em right out
no limit soldier, my young n-gg-s ’bout it
we poppin’ that molly while we in the lobby
geekin’, we stoners like whitney and bobby
she want a check and all my n-gg-s got it
we want respect and we gon’ die about it
f-ck all the rules, we don’t abide by ’em
call up the jeweler, buy a couple diamonds
straight from the [?], you knew we flew private
thumb through the money, i know how to count it
checks keep coming like i get allowed
i just want head b-tch, suck on my privates
i want me a foreign, i’m tryna decide which
they all gon’ ride, pink slip
came with no miles, these rappers be lyin’
tryna compare but we are not [?]
i need me two hoes, i need me a pair
tm88, you know he made the beat
get up off your -ss and get up on your feet

[verse 2: young thug]
get off your -ss, go get you some bread
get off your -ss, go get you some money
that money keep coming, we runnin’ from money
we runnin’ from money, that sh-t grow on trees
around here, b-tch get on your knees
surround players, so yes sir, surrend sir
i got big sticks with me, yeah this a rent, sir
oops, they don’t surrender, she a lil’ tender
ah, f-ck her from the back, d-mn screamin’ too hard, forget her
baby back-back, uh, give me mama ‘dem
uh, give me aunt ‘dem, uh, watch me slaughter them
uh, i want daughters ‘dem, uh i’m a og
uh, diamonds half green, uh, right out the county, uh
f-ck mother 12, i meant f-ck mother 12
i meant motherf-ck 12, i meant motherf-ck jail
yeah, i was eleven years old and i turned 13, f-ck 12
uh, i was standin’ in the kitchen, whippin’ and wrappin’ up bales
uh, i was doin’ this sh-t for real, huh
i ain’t ever smelled stale, huh
i been fresh for real, huh
got cartier [?], huh
got vvs on my chains, huh
got hoes in the brain, huh
got hoes giving brain, huh
put a ho in the range, huh
put a ho, give her stain, huh
with a red bandana on, and a blue bandana, too
and a red bandana on it, and a blue bandana, too

[bridge: young thug]
uh, you dig? fool (hey!)

[verse 3: young thug]
diamonds all colors on me like the clown
yeah, i took over the whole compound
yeah, i’m waitin’ on that boy to get out
i done stayed down like his muhf-ckin’ girl
i’m rappin’ that sh-t to my crowd
and they know every word, yeah-yeah-yeah, ay
pull up on a kid done made it to charts and i didn’t even pay-ay-ay
and that’s my lil’ n-gg-s, i speak on it every day
f-ck what you thi-i-ink, and f-ck what you say-ay-ay
cause we ballin’, n-gg-
ay, motherf-ck spalding, we so ballin’, n-gg-
yeah, we don’t need spalding b-tch, we ballin’, n-gg-
we don’t need to pig tails or jerseys, yeah we ballin’, n-gg-
i threw the alley oop, he put the d-ck in your daughter, n-gg-
ay, put the d-ck in your father, n-gg-, ay
blood rain to the sky, lil’ n-gg-, ay
put his -ss in the bed and f-ckin’ play
r-i-p, p-ssy n-gg-

[outro: young thug]
uh! courtesy of the ysl motherf-ckin’ mafia
the family
in slime we trust, n-gg-
i put that on slime
thank you slime
thank you god, thank you slime, yeah

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