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letra de add her to the list - young thug

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[intro]
we got london on da track

[chorus]
soon as she went to liking pictures
i just add her to the list
only thing i know to do is sh-t on y’all when i get p-ssed
p-ssy boys we might shoot up your whole clique
old school say i’m a cold cat ’cause i’m lit
but in the street they know i’m hot dawg
do it by myself i can probably stop y’all
don’t make me have to make a phone call
yeah, it’s chef jeff i’m tryna boil y’all
yeah, yeah

[verse]
shout out my twin lil uzi
we was out in philly f-cking groupies
i make n-ggas mad, they want to shoot me
but i stay stacking my paper, ain’t no loose leaf
we stretching these n-ggas like elastic
copped that coupé and then i crashed it
but you know i’m rich, so it don’t matter
i like plastic b-tches, they’re fatter
it’s different when a gangster shining
but it’s different when a gangster crying
put him in a pan
put him in a pan i’m trying to fry him
i’m praising god cause i ain’t there yet
yeah yeah
my n-gga say he don’t know who told
all these streets ain’t the same no more
my other n-gga he went off the road
ain’t no telling, they start closing
[chorus]
so as she went to liking pictures
i just add her to the list
only thing i know to do is sh-t on y’all when i get p-ssed
p-ssy boys we might shoot up your whole clique
old school say i’m a cold cat ’cause i’m lit
but in the street they know i’m hot dawg
do it by myself i can probably stop y’all
don’t make me have to make a phone call
yeah, it’s chef jeff i’m tryna boil y’all
yeah, yeah

[verse]
shout out my twin lil uzi
we was out in philly f-cking groupies
i make n-ggas mad, they want to shoot me
but i stay stacking my paper, ain’t no loose leaf
we stretching these n-ggas like elastic
copped that coupé and then i crashed it
but you know i’m rich, so it don’t matter
i like plastic b-tches, they’re fatter
it’s different when a gangster shining
but it’s different when a gangster crying
put him in a pan
put him in a pan i’m trying to fry him
i’m praising god cause i ain’t there yet
yeah yeah
my n-gga say he don’t know who told
all these streets ain’t the same no more
my other n-gga he went off the road
ain’t no telling, they start closing

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