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letra de fuck 12 - young thug

[intro]
f-ck the police, f-ck the police, f-ck the police
i got bails in the cop, i got bails in the cop
i’m a young n-gg- wylin’
i got bails in the cop, i got bails in the cop
i’m a young n-gg- wylin’

[hook: mpa wicced]
f-ck 12, f-ck 12
i got bond money, f-ck a jail cell
f-ck 12, f-ck 12
i got bond money, f-ck a jail cell
f-ck 12, f-ck 12
i got bond money, f-ck a jail cell
f-ck 12, f-ck 12
i got bond money, f-ck a jail cell

[verse 1: young thug]
thug rolled a motherf-ckin’ grammy
you put ’em out the rolls just like bananas
34 birds with me, red bucannon
old dead people dancin’ in my pocket rasputia’s granny
your b-tch let me in while you gettin’ banded
young thug nuttin’ everywhere, gotta buy some panties
tuck my napkin in my shirt, mob boss manners
nasty b-tches can’t stand me
caught my b-tch clean like an empty house attic
check my closet bally
red rag comin’ from the right like i’m about to challenge
peyton manning accuracy, randy moss status
house two times bigger, four baths back

[hook]

[verse 2: mpa duke]
i’m workin’, i’m playin’ with sandwich bags and them scale
then i head to the turf and i’m like f-ck 12
f-ck them white folk that gave my little buddy an l
so i do this for him when i’m rappin’ dummy bells
f-ck a cell, i’m payin’ in a cash bond
and you gettin’ bunned if you don’t got them cash funds
servin’ on the block can take off when crash comes
and right back to the block just like we left somethin’
i don’t trust ’em, them crackers k!lled my homeboy
so every single night i smoke one for my homeboys
i ain’t foot locker, but i’m servin’ the j’s
in love with the alphabet, i married the k

[hook]

[verse 3: mpa wicced]
f-ck 12, this a six figure operation
i’m still beatin’ those down, dodgin’ traffic and casin’
hey miss catherine johnson i’m ridin’ for you baby
with a shoulder strapped chopper and nina my baby
my blind opened a little, the trap going crazy
four (?) for the camera, f-ck the narcs and agents
cause gettin’ this paper is so contagious
i’m gone work this b-tch until they serve them work paper
i’mma switch right up, gone duck low in decatur
a on the flow, bails of the gas on the table
no longer a soldier, but keep that cain and abel
i’m direct with it, you do basic cable

[hook]

- young thug

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