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letra de you know - chris brown & young thug

lyrics from snippet:

[young thug]
way too many millions to be carin’ ’bout
swerved on the titty, now she, now she know what’s
and i keep a .40 on my waistline (let’s go)

[pre-chorus: young thug]
you know, you know, you know, you know
you know, you know, you know, yeah
you know, you know, you know, you know
you know, you know, you know, you know

[chorus: young thug]
glock on my side but it’s more like my main b-tch, uh (she’s more like my main b-tch)
keep it real, baby girl, i’m the one you could bang with (i’m the one you can bang with)
real on the one, not who you bang with (no)
oh, not with this lame sh-t (no)
secure with the tool though, i ride with a bad b-tch
you talk to the b-tch like

[gunna]
b-tch like
you talk to the b-tch like
we get it in, then we [?]
i think you more bein’ classy
i hid some racks in the addy (racks)
i’m on 8:30 p.m
i got an addiction to fashion
i walk in the club, it’s ecstatic
i’m just tryna get me up back in
my driver done pull up, went back in
helicopter gon’ fly over traffic
on my grind, got no time for relaxin’
baby, i’m [?] making that cash sh-t
and i’ma go grab that maybach, wait
[?] sp-ce status
i’ma go grab that big boy patek
she was takin’ that picture
uh, uh
she was takin’ that picture with my d-ck
just f-cked done thirty b-tches really pretty
i’m patrollin’ the stick like it was madden
i’ma get me up in mansions on the hills
and no need to be wastin’ my time
we never lackin’
i’m smokin’ woods like a cabin
i put my b-tches in pageants
turn my whole crib to a palace
[?] shopping at harrods
all this money, we ’bout to get married
we be runnin’ them up like a [?]
snow bunny, i keep me some karats (karats)

[chorus: young thug]
got a glock on my side but it’s more like my main b-tch, uh (she’s more like my main b-tch)
keep it real, baby girl, i’m the one you could bang with (i’m the one you can bang with)
real on the one, not who you bang with (no)
oh, not with this lame sh-t (no)
secure with the tool though, i ride with a bad b-tch
you talk to the b-tch like
that fresh cut with a big thigh
[?]
this ain’t any rapper, this a big [?]
lifetime [?], call a b-tch out

[lil duke]
keep a glock on my side but it act like my main b-tch, act like my main b-tch
got rich but i cannot get caught with the same b-tch, caught with the same b-tch
i got some hoes in the lear and they speak different language, speak different language
drop off her porsche, and i bought me some work [?], bang with
whole lot of racks in this just light change
just to be drinkin’ in traffic and broke (and broke)
and i can roll with k!llers and you cannot trap if you don’t got no pole
all my n-ggas be millionaires
they think we sellin’ our souls
all of ’em tell but don’t know
i get the head and i go (i go)
i’ma go run up some more (run up some more)
stick with that blip and i study these n-ggas at all (study these n-ggas at all)
takin’ they b-tch, she a freak and i beat up her walls (beat her walls)
pull up my pants right after i f-ck her like i gotta beat but i never call
f-ck on her friend, she say i’m a dog
[?] we want it all (all)

[chorus: young thug]
got a glock on my side but it’s more like my main b-tch, uh
keep it real, baby girl, i’m the one you could bang with (i’m the one you can bang with)
gotta keep it real on the one, not who you bang with (no)
oh, not with this lame sh-t (no)
secure with the tool though, i ride with a bad b-tch
you talk to the b-tch like
that fresh cut with a big thigh
[?]
this ain’t any rapper, this a [?]
lifetime [?], call a b-tch out

- chris brown young thug

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