letra de tabernacle - young thug
[produced by ke on the track]
[hook]
ho, ho, ho, ho, b-tch, b-tch, b-tches
i don’t need no b-tch, i’mma still get all my riches
i’m with these cs, firing shots out to glizzy
i’m true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
i’m like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
i’m like woah, woah, woah, i’m live from the tabernacle
i’m like woah, woah, woah, i’m live from the tabernacle
[verse 1]
young thug, got plenty drugs
i’m friendly but i mean mug
i’m with my crew, we’ll f-ck you up
can’t keep me in trouble
i’m up in las vegas, i need hoes, gotta call her double
all my young n-gg-s sh-t, they fallin’ off fast, yes sir i love her
act like we on the move, and knock on the money, yessir i’m a cover
yes you make her shoes, b-tch you know they custom
thugger, thugger, baby
t-h-u-g-g-e-r, kiss a n-gg- b-tch perfect, no cpr
old hundreds all up on me, dvr
b-tch seen them bands less, a-j-a-r
[hook]
ho, ho, ho, ho, b-tch, b-tch, b-tches
i don’t need no b-tch, i’mma still get all my riches
i’m with these cs, firing shots out to glizzy
i’m true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
i’m like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
i’m like woah, woah, woah, i’m live from the tabernacle
i’m like woah, woah, woah, i’m live from the tabernacle
[verse 2]
we don’t shoot buckshot, we like them slugs
everybody die tonight, b-tch except for us
and you know i’m not a crip
but i gave that b-tch a c to suck my c-ck
you know when i’m mad it’s a (?) line for your b-tch today
but, 40 extendo needs skinny jeans, no b-tch and lil body
my all out players say if you play leave more stains than the oj murder scene
pullin’ up extra clean
i can’t do no tug of war lil n-gg-, you not in my league
there is no comparison, you a real rat like master splinter
burrrrrr, i’m not gucci, burrrr, burrrr, burrrrrr, burrrrrr
that’s the sound of my trunk, i got birds inside of there, yeah
[hook]
ho, ho, ho, ho, b-tch, b-tch, b-tches
i don’t need no b-tch, i’mma still get all my riches
i’m with these cs, firing shots out to glizzy
i’m true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
i’m like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
i’m like woah, woah, woah, i’m live from the tabernacle
i’m like woah, woah, woah, i’m live from the tabernacle
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