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letra de count up - young thug

[intro: young thug]
(yeah, yeah)
re-up out my bank, trip out my bank
(okay!)
we got london on da track

[bridge: young thug]
i got lots of haters
i spend sheets of paper, i need me some paper
famo need that flavor, we gon’ get it by any means
i’ma stay straight like a spleen, i’m your majesty, you’re the diva
you after, hey boy

[verse 1: birdman]
you know i’m bout my paper, you know i’m bout my team
you know i’m bout my family, if i don’t make it in a instant
i put her down with my clique, i got a bad b-tch that talk sh-t
i know the freeband gang from that six, i started switching lanes in that b-tch
smoking indo, n-gga stay in, mannie fresh pimping in the play pen
n-gga have a bubble eye lens in a m-th-f-ckin’ new benz
j-panese chopper with the double twins, it ain’t safe in that water
and i am the new prada (count up)

[hook: young thug]
1, 2 , 3 , 4 , 5…
all my bloods, they surviving off us
imma ride for the cause, i might be bad like a boss
i might end up down with my clique, laugh at hoes with my b-tch
pappadeux’s with her lips, love is heavy, like a ship
yeahhh oh f-ckkk
baby do your thang for me
baby do your thang for me, ayy
when on that bullsh-t she just casually…

[verse 2: young thug]
baby girl i swear
if you can’t stand no more i’m gon give that -ss a chair
i do her wrong and i know she gon’ still be there
big dog when i lay down like a bear
tell a n-gga cut the plug
then i send a n-gga to the sky with it, a n-gga lose his life in my business
bustin’ on her thigh with it, bring paper, n-gga know you need supplies with it
thinking ’bout running off, you’ll die with it (yeah)
never say no baby, do it (yeah)
i want ravioli-oli at the stay in, laughing at these n-ggas like a baby (yeah)
can’t see me like the m-th-f-ckin’ shoe that a bride wearing
and i’m a shark n-gga, stay in, it ain’t safe in that water
no

[hook: young thug]
1, 2 , 3 , 4 , 5…
all my bloods, they surviving off us
imma ride for the cause, i might be bad like a boss
i might end up down with my clique, laugh at hoes with my b-tch
pappadeux’s with her lips, love is heavy, like a ship
yeahhh oh f-ckkk
baby do your thang with me
baby do your thang with me, ayy
when on that bullsh-t she just casually…

[outro: birdman]
how she dress casually
and pull up on that bs
(yeah yeah yeah)
i don’t know how she do this sh-t
everytime she get p-ssed
she looks so s-xy

- young thug

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