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young thug – king troup lyrics

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i just asked god why he called for troup
when it’s time to ride, if you love ’em, n-gg-, prove it
you know all your lil’ n-gg-s gon’ shoot sh-t up for you
i thought i seen a ghost because your son look like your food
king troup

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i hop out, i’m dabbin’
my old lady cl-ssy
we onto this fashion
my coupe sit on dabs
hop out with a bad b-tch
my faculty braggin’
my briefs, they high fashion
she naked, i walk through the door
i promise, i promise she know
i pour up a four and got more
i’m cold as the north f-ckin’ pole
i came a long way from the stove
i hop in the foreign, go slow
iced out, ain’t no time in it, oh

i just beat the case
i hopped out the benz
i just f-cked some twins
i hopped out again
f-cked up in the brain
got drank in my cup
i drink lean like i’m kurt cobain
from ashy to cl-ssy
keep up with my ice and my fashion
i take care of my kid with a p-ssion
i pray to god that they stay happy
lil roscoe, he see where it’s nasty
they could’ve freed him cause he grew up with no daddy
but instead they took his family and did him badly
ain’t gettin’ no f-cker, we were savage
gotta counter from the cup and that’s all they had
they also knew that lil’ n-gg- didn’t have a wagon
d-mn

action
i hop out, i’m dabbin’
my old lady cl-ssy
we onto this fashion
my coupe sit on dabs
hop out with a bad b-tch
my faculty braggin’
my briefs, they high fashion
she naked, i walk through the door
i promise, i promise she know
i pour up a four and die more
i’m cold as the north f-ckin’ pole
i came a long way from the stove
i hop in the foreign, go slow
iced out, ain’t no time in it, oh

stop it, stop the killin’
we, we get millions
we together, get the cheddar (get them racks)
f-ck them n-gg-s, keep ’em for real
let ’em have it
ask god for forgiveness for them babies
you know slimes with it, baby, baby
stack them racks up to the ceiling, hey, hey
f-ck you a n-gg-‘s old lady
keep ’em mad and that’s how you know you doin’ good
keep embarr-ssin’ them with racks that look like books
on some fendi, with these b-tches
i need me a real one, i need commitment, where ya at?

action
i hop out, i’m dabbin’
my old lady cl-ssy
we onto this fashion
my coupe sit on dabs
hop out with a bad b-tch
my faculty braggin’
my briefs, they high fashion (versace)
she naked, i walk through the door
i promise, i promise she know
i pour up a four and die more
i’m cold as the north f-ckin’ pole
i came a long way from the stove
i hop in the foreign, go slow
iced out, ain’t no time in it, oh

she know it, she know it
she know it, she know it
she know it, she know it
she know it, yeah she know it
she know it
she know it
she know it, know it, know it, know it, know it, know it
king troup


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