letra de ha ha - young thug
[intro]
yeah (yeah)
turn me up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
facts
[chorus]
you got sizzurp right inside your artery, ha
you buck a punishment and still leave in the morning, uh-huh
i got a tommy gun, i’m not talking stomachs, uh-uh
you want a honey bun early in the morning? ah-ah
i’m a big bee, i’m giggling for your honey, ha-ha
you ever seen a b-tch look better than money? uh-uh
you beat that b-tch to sleep, back at it top the morning, aha
all my drac’ automatic, good morning, hehehe
[post-chorus]
b-tch tall, st-rdy like a farmer, hehe
big tall cup for the barney, hehe
pour eight of red in a punch
i wan’ f-ck your girl from the fro-o-ont
[verse 1]
stacking my pesos, f-ck what the wraith do
timeout, i’m living my life like i’m jésus
twenty-four karat the gate, she was told to wait
i’ma f-ck that b-tch and give her right to my dog like nate
tony the tiger, i’m great
tony hawk skate, drinking grapes
overseas on a boat, eating crepes
give my dog the keys to the ‘vette
that’s what i’m sayin’, man
[chorus]
you got sizzurp right inside your artery, ha
you buck a punishment and still leave in the morning, uh-huh
i got a tommy gun, i’m not talking stomachs, uh-uh
you want a honey bun early in the morning? ah-ah
i’m a big bee, i’m giggling for your honey, ha-ha
you ever seen a b-tch look better than money? uh-uh
you beat that b-tch to sleep, back at it top the morning, aha
all my drac’ automatic, good morning, hehehe
[verse 2]
blow so many racks ’cause i was starving
i got woadie woadies in new orleans
[?] and they were dodgin’
charging your hoes like dodge
my outfits are so sharp, no starch
your b-tches see your cars and go to [?]
we go 300 deep like we spartans, b-tch
got water on my neck like i’m a hippopotamus
i love my dogs, i love my bros
every time you see me, just know it’s on, yeah
i love my b-tch, i love my meds
i f-cked the owner ’cause i ain’t got no time for [?]
[chorus]
you got sizzurp right inside your artery, ha
you buck a punishment and still leave in the morning, uh-huh
i got a tommy gun, i’m not talking stomachs, uh-uh
you want a honey bun early in the morning? ah-ah
i’m a big bee, i’m giggling for your honey, ha-ha
you ever seen a b-tch look better than money? uh-uh
you beat that b-tch to sleep, back at it top the morning, aha
all my drac’ automatic, good morning, hehehe
[post-chorus]
b-tch tall, st-rdy like a farmer, hehe
big tall cup for the barney, hehe
pour eight of red in a punch
i wan’ f-ck your girl from the fro-o-ont
[outro]
big money on me, i got swag
big bullets on me, get toe tagged
money all through the streets and it’s saucy
ysl, drew on my sleeve, and it calling me
bad b-tch on her knees, begging for my child
ended up in the nose bleed from the wild
all the coaches love me
aw yeah
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