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letra de homicide - young thug

[intro]
i
i wanna ride
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i got diamonds on my fingers big as the atlas
i just tell all of your b-tches hit my checklist
big rolls royce i chop the top like an assassin
tryna k!ll you c-ckroaches with this madness
black b-tches follow me cause i’m the big dawg
fill the safe up, then i ball till i fall
money made us, these whites, they can’t slave us
got my taste, suck my b-tch like dark vaders
b-tch can’t play us, we no singers
we too major, coat [?]
i got cadence, whippin’ up mercedes
like blue diamonds, look like i was bathing

[chorus]
vvs’s on my eyes i, think i could fly
vvs’s on the side an, i feel pride
i can’t pick, i can’t decide who i’m, i tied my ties
big big cheese like i’m five guys, i can’t disguise
benjamin franklin’s when i die, that’s my guy
big boo cake came from your daughter, all type of kinds
let’s commit a homicide i, i wanna ride
let’s commit a homicide, i wanna ride
i’m convinced i wanna ride
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 2]
drink promethazine, while she suck my dingaling
i got shooters with me, baby squeeze the trigger please
el dorado i’m in turkish, i got philippines
and my whole f-ckin’ city know i became the king
i got opps, and i been tryna shoot they chest and spleens
i got drop top rolls, b-tch ain’t no schemes
i divorced a couple strippers and they salty
money man million dollar show, billie jean
cash stockings on my wrist
cash stockings on my b-tch
big gazelles on the sh-t
and she seein’ all the [?]
i got bags, i got bricks
ain’t ashamed to serve a kid
she got no bucket list
ain’t ashamed to say i did
don’t you go searching for nothing, i got ya
showed you from day one, you can be a lucky one
diamonds on your bezels and your wrists
diamonds on your necklace and your friend wrist
aston martin, the doors are jointed
i’m a swordfish, codfish, california blue
audemar wrist, i’m nauseous, and i’m true to you
and your religion is some more sh-t, chicken noodle soup
you was hot baby, your scorching, money out the roof
run to magic every morning, blow you like a flute
if you ever wanna start sh-t, [?] in you
you done made it out the swamp ship (yeah)
[chorus]
vvs’s on my eyes i, think i could fly
vvs’s on the side an, i feel pride
i can’t pick, i can’t decide who i’m, i tied my ties
big big cheese like i’m five guys, i can’t disguise
benjamin franklin’s when i die, that’s my guy
big boo cake came from your daughter, all type of kinds
let’s commit a homicide i, i wanna ride
let’s commit a homicide, i wanna ride
i’m convinced i wanna ride
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- young thug

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