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letra de pacifier - young thug

[verse 1]
cut the chase, i wanna nut in this place
and i know she liked a n-gg- taste, i can see it in her face
now don’t make me a cute little christian, i don’t feel like ma$e
right ‘fore a n-gg- step inside the house got my messages erased
i ain’t tryna roll no dice, i just wanna make it right
when i f-ck her i’mma turn her, turn her over
turn her, turner like ike
i’m on the burner, on the burner, still concerned her
sh-t ain’t straight like a perm bruh, or nothing
mortified, i need a pope, need a coroner, or something
better yet watch her

[hook]
pacifier, pacifier, pacifier
n-gg- need a pacifier, pacifier
shake your rumidi b-m b-m
bleed the block, bleed the rock
bleed the b-mbaclot rock
bleed the cops
bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed

[verse 2]
bad lil b-tch with some bad lil t-ts
need to put a little hip in it
d-mn, climbing up the pole because she put a little split in it
if i whip the dope up i’mma put a little whip in it
when i whip the dope i’m lookin’ to break my wrist the way i’m spinnin’ it
got a bad little date, swear to god i got a bad little date
young thugger scr-ppy!? okay!
bought the little b-tch a black mink like george of the jungle, she’s a ape
and i don’t care not what they say, i eat that dinner plate
n-gg- hotter than the summer, still catch a player in the street
i’mma catch your momma, then i might just f-ck your momma
all because i made jam of the week
mtv young livin’, stop that like they stop my digits for some odd reason i never end up weak
i sell miley cyrus, ain’t no meeting miley cyrus
you get miley cyrus can’t eat nothing for weeks
so p-ss me a molly, no

[hook]
pacifier, pacifier, pacifier
n-gg- need a pacifier, pacifier
shake your rumidi b-m b-m
bleed the block, bleed the rock
bleed the b-mbaclot rock, bleed the cops
bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed

[verse 3]
how the h-ll they got me lean
n-gg- livin’ life so fabulous across seas
i don’t ball for decoration b-tch i’m tryna eat
n-gg-s sit inside the trenches, all my couches bleed
all the n-gg-s diamonds going dumb like i’m arnold schwarzenegger
nah it ain’t drake but my community gated
n-gg-s fallin’ off cause they communities hated
but the community wouldn’t be hatin’ if they were atin’
oops i mean eatin’
my n-gg-s eat for no reason, they feast for no reason
i do not got on no mink but i’m beastin’
i swear to god b-tch i’m beastin’
and i’mma pull up in the 9-11
then i’m pullin’ back up in the drophead
make her drop pants, make the b-tch drop dead
when it come to this sh-t, i’m a pro, no ked
drinkin’ on this easter pink, i feel like an egg
attracted to these drugs, i feel like a f-ckin’ fed
and i know you ain’t bout that, but i’m bout that
where the f-ck the sprite at?
it’s a baby bottle, not a

[bridge]
the streets ain’t ready, yeeaaaa
all your b-tches want a piece of me
i swear to god these hoes want a piece of mink
whooo, n-gg- wanna think he want piece of me
no you don’t want a piece
you not ready, need you a

[hook]
pacifier, pacifier, pacifier
n-gg- need a pacifier, pacifier
pacifier, pacifier, pacifier

- young thug

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