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letra de fifth day dead - young thug

[intro]
yeah (ooh, no)
yeah (ooh, no)
yeah (ooh, no)
yeah, yeah (ooh, no)
tell me (ooh, no)
say (ooh, no)
yeah

[verse 1]
moncler coat ’cause i’m the coldest out
i had twenty thousand pints sealed in a drought
12 bend the corner, me and the dogs gettin’ out
got twenty-seven colors this versace couch
i got it from birdman out of his miami spot
i told the b-tch don’t call me, she a miami thot
they hate to see you rocking big ol’ pateks, rose gold
white diamonds on my wrist just like my main b-tch toes
i cut the top off of the benz, that winter was cold
i got a lot of thots, but got respect for my hoes
i got a lot of spots to recess for all my kids in the back
playgrounds galore for teachers askin’ why all of ’em brats

[chorus]
got big baguettes sittin’ on my neck
i throwed it to my dawgs, i told ’em fetch
f-ck over opps, they can’t see sh-t like this
i f-cked her hard, i put that b-tch to bed
i called ’em up and told him what he said
he text me back five days and he was dead
i told him bring my skeletons out the shed
i been sippin’ on wock’, this ain’t no red
[verse 2]
passport shawty, i can take this b-tch places
high heel chanel, oh, she rockin’ big aces
a p-ssy n-gga wish that he could trade places
i told a n-gga, “you must be kidding, i’m goin’ maison”
i called my watch stupid ’cause the time froze
one-fifty for my tooth and when i find hoes
my n-ggas smoke biscotti, not the pine cone
my n-gga jimbo did a dime, now he back home
i be countin’ money all night long
and to my dawgs who can’t fall off no more
i used to walk down, buyin’ out the store
her body was natural, now she plastic, she a barbie

[chorus]
got big baguettes sittin’ on my neck
i throwed it to my dawgs, i told ’em fetch
f-ck over opps, they can’t see sh-t but this
i f-cked her hard, i put that b-tch to bed
i called ’em up and told him what he said
he text me back five days and he was dead
i told him bring my skeletons out the shed
i been sippin’ on wock’, this ain’t no red

[outro]
yeah (ooh, no)
yeah (ooh, no)
yeah (ooh, no)
yeah, yeah (ooh, no)
tell me (ooh, no)
say (ooh, no)
yeah, yeah

- young thug

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