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letra de baby (trae version) - young thug

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[hook: young thug]
i’m screaming baby, yeah
i let the reaper get my soul, oh
oh, if you know you wanna go, oh
i’m slime whenever you ‘posed
shoot a missile, no toes
same time, i’m screaming baby, yeah
i let the devil get my soul, oh
oh, if you know you wanna go, oh
i’m slime whenever you ‘posed
shoot a missile, no toes, yeah

[verse 1: young thug]
all the muscles comin’ out the hip, tell ‘em “off the rip”
i’mma try to hit the p-ssy n-gga in the hip
pull up and air the sh-t out, ain’t talking no heat but i dip
you tryna show out, in front of a freak, now you the r.i.p
faygo cream soda my choice, hear it in my voice
yo’ main b-tch wanna hear my voice, it make her moist
hit that cat from the back and watch it make a weird noise
n-ggas excited by these b-tches, them them weird boys
so many bands in my pockets, i need zippers off clothes
these n-ggas hiding these b-tches, they got zippers on hoes
all of my dogs bangin’ red like clifford
two bands on my louis scarf as big as a quiddilt
january to december, i’m screaming baby! yeah

[hook: young thug]
i’m screaming baby, yeah
i let the reaper get my soul, oh
oh, if you know you wanna go, oh
i’m slime whenever you ‘posed
shoot a missile, no toes
same time, i’m screaming baby, yeah
i let the devil get my soul, oh
oh, if you know you wanna go, oh
i’m slime whenever you ‘posed
shoot a missile, no toes, yeah

[verse 2: trae the truth]
everyone yelling out king
so i tell ’em bow down cause i’m back in this b-tch
i ain’t never been the one to talk cash sh-t
just back my sh-t, all black my sh-t
with a b-tch that like to take stuff off
that’ll dump on n-ggas if sh-t jump off
i’mma run up on a n-gga till i run him off
no stamp but i swear a n-gga send ’em off
i pray i don’t end up in h-ll
a cell ain’t gon’ hold me for life
but i know these ho n-ggas gon’ tell
but this chopper gon’ make him get right
i know i don’t deserve it
straight up, i just can’t swerve it
broke n-ggas on my nerves bad
it’s beef soon as i serve it
i gotta keep this fire
just in case these n-ggas wanna fire me up
i know they don’t accept the truth
can’t shut me up, finna wire me up
never no pressure, f-ck a professor
school ’em while i’m in the kitchen
teaching n-ggas the measure, this concrete h-ll, n-gga!

[hook: young thug]
i’m screaming baby, yeah
i let the reaper get my soul, oh
oh, if you know you wanna go, oh
i’m slime whenever you ‘posed
shoot a missile, no toes
same time, i’m screaming baby, yeah
i let the devil get my soul, oh
oh, if you know you wanna go, oh
i’m slime whenever you ‘posed
shoot a missile, no toes, yeah

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