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Woah
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch, you offended me
I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking kidneys up
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dawn
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash cow
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your missus, nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly, nigga
Make me catch you slipping then it’s Christmas, nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping, nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living, nigga, I ain’t swimming, nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoe’s going wild
[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking ’bout? Bitch, you offending me
I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
Goddamn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVSs on me, whoa
VVSs on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing (21)
Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit
Put them blue tips in that cartridge (21)
We put them drums in them carbines (21)
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em (21)
I might take your chain if it sparkle (Facts)
Street nigga really came from nothing (What?)
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin (21)
Kill a nigga then you saying something (What?)
You was talking, nigga, I was hustling (What?)
We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking
You was texting, nigga, I was fucking (21)
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing (21)
Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching (Facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion (21, 21)
[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking ’bout? Bitch, you offending me
I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
Goddamn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
21 Savage, I Might Lyrics, Young Thug
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