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young thug - yes indeed lyrics

[intro: peewee roscoe & young thug]
thugger
ya digg?
yeah, we got more rings than michael jordan
and, um, we ain’t shot no jumper
but we have shot a couple n-ggas, you know
you digg?
i digg
thugger, i digg
ice on, and i digg
(london on da track, b-tch)

[chorus: young thug]
y-s-l, we gon’ catch a couple bodies
if these n-ggas think we sweet in these streets (yeah, whoa, yeah)
i know i’ma f-ck that b-tch from the bottom to the top
i’ma buy her a brand new watch, n-gga, yes, indeed (yah)
ayy, yeah

[verse 1: young thug]
you with that same ho, boy
you ‘posed to swap out with them b-tches (what?)
if she the truth, you ‘posed to show that lil’ b-tch riches (you, what?)
they wanna f-ck my b-tch ’cause she fly as a frisbee (fly as a frisbee)
i stuffed that p-ssy with a broom like a witch (what ya tell ’em?)
yeah, i’m screamin’ yeah like i’m e-40
yeah, i drank that lean, but i’m not snorin’
yeah, sing to her like lil’ corey (what?)
yeah, i wanna fat baby like norbit (swoop)
ooh, she wanna tell me she for real and how she livin’, how she feel right now
ooh, i usually don’t give her no head, but i’m so drunk, i’m goin’ down

[chorus: young thug]
y-s-l, we gon’ catch a couple bodies
if these n-ggas think we sweet in these streets (hrrrrrat)
(london on da track, b-tch)
i know i’ma f-ck that b-tch from the bottom to the top
i’ma buy her a brand new watch, n-gga, yes, indeed
ayy, yeah

[verse 2: young thug]
f-ck that b-tch from the bottom
f-ck that little bitty b-tch from the bottom
i’ma go an’ pop my motherf-ckin’ collar
i’ma big ol’ blood, i’ma pop my bollar
i’ma go shootin’ your motherf-ckin’ father
and my kids gonna know, “god d-mn, he was ballin'”
and my partner gon’ shoot at your motherf-ckin’ partner
got so much water, i can buy me a dolphin
you can run off with a nickel or a dime, or an ounce
or a motherf-ckin’ bird, n-gga, still get a coffin, yeah
got a whole dirty bird on a motherf-ckin’ fish scale, yeah, no dolphin
i’ma f-ck me a b-tch in the hole, i’m a dog
you ain’t a real street n-gga, you ain’t took no losses
why the f-ck your clique ain’t talkin’ when i catch ’em?
i’ma pop your -ss, y’all ain’t no ballers (woo)
i’ma slow it down like i’m on a marta bus
and we control this town, boy, ain’t no clownin’ us
yeah, these n-ggas some haters, i see ’em frownin’ us
meanwhile, these n-ggas’ b-tches love being ’round us

[chorus: young thug]
y-s-l, we gon’ catch a couple bodies
if these n-ggas think we sweet in these streets
(london on da track, b-tch)
i know i’ma f-ck that b-tch from the bottom to the top
i’ma buy her a brand new watch, n-gga, yes, indeed
ayy, yeah

- young thug lyrics

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