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young thug x timbaland - uno dos tres* lyrics

[intro: young thug & timbaland]
timb, what up slimeball
i got you
you got me?
let’s get it

[chorus: young thug & timbaland]
uno, dos, tres
quatro, cinco, seis
baby give me head, baby suck my d-ck
bleeding like a b-tch on her period
imma keep my pistol
you can have my leg
s-x is my gang, keep a secret
i won’t f-ck your mommy
best friend instead
i’m so out the leech
i’m so on this beat
it’s so understood
tell me who the freaks

[verse 1: young thug]
hundred bands baby point his -ss out
i’m bout to pull up to the house
i’m bout to stalk him get down on these n-gg-s
i’m bout to aim that sh-t out
i’m watching scandalous now
i just came off a greyhound
i didn’t love it, cause i’m no clown
my gun is no boxer, wet rounds
i turn out the shirt it ain’t bleach
them hundreds sweep her off her feet
i’m back to thirties still on fleek
let her p-ssy vibrate on my seat
i’m sorry i grew up i don’t play with your boy
so don’t play with me b
lil baby i’m balling like mr. mccoy, i don’t need bet
i done ran it up plenty, diamonds dancing
you can’t even mention it
you only see a n-gg-, wish you could be it
i skeet and f-ck on her t-tties if they [?]
fifty thousand, twenty thousand, fifty thousand, hundred thousand million dollars
pop the collar, b-tch i’m balling
hundred thousand for my coffin, windy [?]

[verse 2: young thug]
i feel impeccable (i feel impeccable)
i am not next to you (no i’m not next to you)
pop him a hundred times (brrr!)
now he’s a vegetable (now he’s a vegetable)
this is my avenue (this is my road)
come here you b-st-rd you (come here, come here)
i’m high as a [?] (geeked out my mind)
b-tch leave haiti fore they capture you (whoo!)
no s-x but i’m laughing you (haa!)
t-rex not no malibu (skrr!)
give the kids like a rack or two (what!)
get me out i’m a blast it too (yeah)
but shooting guns but no k!lling (brra-brra!)
and i white with no wedding (wha!)
free the wop but not fetty
and he got spots like a leopard (whoo!)
motherf-ck what you say you gon’ do to us
she don’t know religion but she tru to us
we done eight the mouth but ain’t got no dew with us
b-tch we know the bouncer this ain’t new to us
no back and forth this ain’t no ping pong
your b-tch got young thug for her ringtone
i’m serving them bales, ding dong
my b-tch out the scale, cheech chong

- young thug x timbaland lyrics

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