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letra de can't be serious - young thug

[intro] [t.i.]
weezy outta here
f-ck f-ck, yeah
f-ck f-ck f-ck, yeah
okay
ah ah okay

[chorus] [thugger & tip]
gear shinin’ out of a twenty [?]
ridin in a bentley
let me pay-up a ten piece [?]
let these haters wear fendi
always out to get me, hoe you can’t be serious
always out to get me, hoe you can’t be serious

[t.i.]
oh yeah yeah they think i’m dumb, i’m so enlightened
oh okay, reachin elevator heights
i talk to god ask him “what’s yo advice?”
he told me “just stay solid еven when sh-t you hear you know a liе.” (hmph)
show your face make it your poker face
these n-ggas say they g but they lower case (b-tch)
let the lawyers speak it ain’t no more to say
lettin’ it forever f-ck these n-ggas shonuff fornicatin
new bottega hold the paper
you see me in it b-tch “you know it” flavor
it’s k!ll the king and you ain’t taught that how they got ta do ya
if i work with police it’d be to get a cop to shoot you (aaah! king!)

[chorus]

[thugger]
yeah, i told that b-tch this not her bankroll (it’s mine)
she mad i ain’t drivin i let my car go (i ain’t got it tho)
i think this b-tch want see me dead dawg
she maxxed baguettes on my sig dawg [?]
i told that b-tch she could come now or later
heartrate on the same speed but i don’t get fast paper (woo!)
cum on your mascara you can’t crash later (you can’t stay here)
three shots like reggie miller with the d-mn pacers (pow pow pow)
don’t matter what they say just stack the cash
i caught the rolls truck and the wraith on they hatin’ ass (skurr)
i swear to god i love my snakes ain’t cuttin the grass
hard to tamper with the evidence they still passin’ (aaah!)
[chorus]

[t.i.]
i swear when you public enemy number one
man if they ain’t got a story they’ll make up sumthin
use your voice to be righteous gotta f-ck your face up some
use your voice for the people play jesus end up on the cross
get lost in the sauce find out the sh-t wadn’t as sweet as you thought
when i was about eleven i would run in the house
ten years ahead of that y’all know me i was running the south (bankhead)
let longevity speak for me they just be running they mouth (king!)

[chorus]

oh okay

- young thug

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