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letra de brian nichols (in this game) - young thug

[verse 1: young thug]
i’mma ball like spalding n-gga
i’m a blood i’mma balla, you can call a n-gga
and i’m smokin’ angel dust, yes my n-gga
and i’m attracted to green like war n-ggas
i’mma pull up late, ricki lake!
and my jewelry’s no joke, sh-t frosted like flakes
i swear to god i’m baked like easy bake uhhh
i send a bank statement that sh-t sound like a taser
yeah she shoutin’ like i shot her with a taser
fly that b-tch to la she ballin’ like a laker
i know not to tell and never speak to the neighbor
in fact i can’t see them i’m on so many acres
ever since i met shawty i feel like hercules
and i’m smokin’ bales of weed cause it grow on trees
6 golds in my mouth like a set of keys
with my west boast blood bangin’ burgundy
rich bags under my eyes n-gga birkin these
she say i want victoria secrets
and i f-ck her long watch her decrease
even though i’m a blood, she like “cc”
she get mad whenever i bring a bb
shootin’ a 223, dvd
watch me shoot a foe, way down the street
cost a whole hunnid band, band with the heat
i’mma die for my clan, ku klux me
diamonds red like a muhf-cka cut me
and i smoke rusty and dusty

[hook: young thug]
what are you doin’ in this game?
i wanna know what are you doin’ in this game
hey, baby girl whatcha doin’ out here?
what the f-ck are you doin’ out here?
hey, i know whatcha doin’ out here
i know whatcha doin’ out here
you k!llin’ these b-tches
k!llin’ these n-ggas
cook a lot of white like tommy hilfiger
ay baby girl gimme this tw-t
she love to sound like brian nichols

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
brian nichol with a p-ssy out to k!ll it
i ain’t lookin’ for the swoop i need a b-tch who got a million
i want a b-tch with some loot who gone take care of her kids
i mean make sure her kids, straight forever udigg?
i won’t stop gettin’ money forever udigg?
and i ain’t talkin’ bout a shovel, hmm udigg?
i just bought a new dog that ate up the pig
i just bought a new car, a hunna, udigg?
pshh, stop, a hunnid ain’t sh-t
2 boys 1 month, a hunnid on them
can’t go broke, it may not come again
but a lot of money comin’ in you don’t belong here so

[outro: young thug]
baby watch out for the shark
watch out for the cops
watch out for the thots
they just want a piece of you like me
beat ’em like bruce lee
facin’ life and you broke
look at my shoulder boy you can cry on me
no, no tellin’ but i told ya you can’t control these streets
if a p-ssy n-gga play i’m gonna gun him down like a g
baby you can’t see me i’m ballin you can’t even d me

- young thug

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