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young thug – again lyrics

[intro]
n-gg-, turn up
it’s guwop
trap house bunkin’
trap house mansion
yeah, right on flat shoals exit, n-gg-
we got london on da track

[verse 1: gucci mane]
i’m pourin’ fours and sh-t, i need to just put a deuce in
car cost four-hundred-thou’ and i put a roof in
my n-gg- pot cook it so good he put his shoe in it
n-gg-, it’s a gangsta party, why f-ck is you in it?
head bust a microwave, sh-t, didn’t take him two minutes
you know that there’s some straps in the club, they let my crew in
i might just do the michael vick man and cook it left hand
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout buyin’ grams then i’m a deaf man
i can make the dope do numbers, the stacey augmon
i told my b-tch to dye her hair red like dennis rodman
if gucci mane got so much money then why he robbin’?
we thirty deep, we cover the streets, n-gg-, we mobbin’

[hook: young thug]
(it’s guwop), again
thugger and guwop, again
chasin’ that guwop, again
that’s my lil whoadie, again
we chasin that money baby, again
we f-ckin’ your hoe up baby, again
and if you owe me baby, go head and show me baby
pull up and pour it
i’mma go gold, let you know it
i got gold on my rollie
and i’m real right like a poet
i look like a dope boy, i know it
i know i’m gonna win it like floyd
i became an important lil’ boy
money long like a sock with some shorts

[verse 2: young thug]
my b-tch white and she brown like port
ed-umacation abort, bookin’ these dorks
i jumped off the porch and went north
whipped you some dope full of narc-cotics
ysl hardbody, i got ’bout 20 chickens in the lobby, baby
ride it, ride it kawasaki, saki
i don’t speak english
i f-ck that mouth, on the secret
i’m the big homie, i’m leakin’
stick to the streets like i’m cement
i don’t need no change, you can keep it
i don’t want your verse on my remix
no panties she my secret
got a hunnid bands on me i’m cheesin’
this the sequel, lookin’ down like an eagle

[hook: young thug]
(it’s guwop), again
thugger and guwop, again
chasin’ that guwop, again
that’s my lil whoadie, again
we chasin that money baby, again
we f-ckin’ your hoe, again
pay if you owe me baby, go head and show me baby
(yeah again)
pull up and pour it
i’mma go gold, let you know it
i got gold on my rollie
and i’m real right like a poet
i look like a dope boy, i know it
i know i’m gonna win it like floyd
i became an important lil’ boy
money long like a sock with some shorts

[outro: young thug]
you mean that b-tch, she whip out that d-ck
she is sucking, she is f-cking
sitting right there on her knees like a bucket yeah, yeah

- young thug lyrics

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