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letra de believe it - young thug

[intro]
let me talk to ’em
listen

[verse 1]
my lil’ homie, he ain’t worth a lick
i just keep him on my side for his silly sh-t
hunnid thousand in my mouth, got me gigglin’
and you need a gun, cause this rap game, i’m k!llin’ it
cut dope, we sellin’ it
cut dope, we ill as sh-t
all hunnids, half a mill in it
actavis with a pill in it
free unfunk, we appealin’ it
yeah, b-tch we appealin’ it
hundreds rounds on a draco, spray his p-ssy -ss way to the ceiling
octane smellin’ like chitlins
got a bad b-tch named brittany
she hate that i go missin’ but that come with pimpin’
yeah, that come with rich sh-t
yeah, that come with appealin’
yeah, f-ck my idol but this coupe came with no ceilings

[verse 2]
bandanna, all red
these all hundreds, you can spread
to these b-tches, i’ma act a sped
then count perfectly like a ed
i’ll fill my teachers up with that lead
going in a purse like, “who did that?”
then look around like, “who did what?”
then come right home with a check, like bets
we was gamblin’ on the steps
don’t beg with me, you don’t need no help
took a sip of that water, michael phelps
i was out my mind cause they didn’t care
f-ck curly head, n-gg-
if that was a crime stopper, then you know we gotta pop him
if i catch the bird flu, then you know we gotta cop ’em
we don’t know ’bout curfew, trap spot we don’t got a law

[chorus]
and i’m just feenin’
i’m waiting like as soon as you believe it
yeah, i close my eyes, i couldn’t believe it
i was just broke, i can’t believe this sh-t
yeah, i was just broke, now i’m achievin’
walk out on the stage and now they screamin’
they want the best for me
yeah, they’ll scream, “f-ck the rest,” for me
i’m smokin’ kush, i drink codeine

[verse 3]
drink on that actavis, drink on that actavis, drink on that actavis
keep all that cap sh-t, keep all that cap sh-t, keep all that cap sh-t
don’t come in my section, don’t come in my section, talkin’ ’bout them over there
if you can’t stand ’em, man if you can’t stand ’em, you gotta go get ’em a chair
yeah, way too many thousands, they keep talkin’ ’bout ’em
yeah, my diamonds are flawless on my chest like a blouse
yeah, if you see me with big racks on me, i’ma shop it
yeah, if you see a lotta money on me, believe there’s a chopper
around it or surrounding it
her lil’ p-ssy, i’m drowned in it
her lil’ p-ssy, i’m poundin’ it
i’m the plug, no outlet
i’m like, “yeah, yeah”
we chokin’ on ounces, yeah
my boy got the strap in his wheelchair
that sh-t is really really [?]

[chorus]
feenin’
i’m waiting like as soon as you believe it
yeah, i close my eyes, i couldn’t believe it
i was just broke, i can’t believe this sh-t
yeah, i was just broke, now i’m achievin’
walk out on the stage and now they screamin’
they want the best for me
yeah, they’ll scream, “f-ck the rest,” for me
i’m smokin’ kush, i drink codeine

[outro]
drink on that actavis, drink on that actavis, drink on that actavis
keep all that cap sh-t, keep all that cap sh-t, keep all that cap sh-t

- young thug

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