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letra de jerome bettis (still) - young thug

[intro: young thug]
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yea
yeah yeah yeah
wheezybeats

[hook: young thug]
im still gettin money, im still getting fetti
im still getting moolah, im still getting treasures
im still spending lettuce, i run jerome bettis
dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
i still got a bad b-tch, i still live relentless
im still givin payments, im still getting payments
ya dig
ya dig

[verse 1: young thug]
bae, ya dig
oh yeah yeah
dont walk nowhere, are you in a weelchair? yeah
dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
look at my pimp card, player yeah
these hoes will do you the baddest
if you find one bad bag
if you find a bad b-tch then keep her
foreign cars, they back in
never pour no trash
im red like a firetruck, just got back from nasa
bought my b-tch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
a red carpet, the ground that she walk on
i told her to get whatever she want

[verse 2: lil duke]
im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
young n-gg- so broke i can bet it (broke), i know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
these rappers they p-ssy i smell it (p-ssy), i want that bread like a deli (bread)
pour by the four i dont match (lean) , b-tch i need all of my extras (extras)
all of these n-gg-s they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
b-tch im goin out like ox did on belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
talk out a pole with a mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
count up that cash, i need that guap
count up that cheese, i need a knot
she suck on the d-ck like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
we sip that lean we dont drink ciroc, put on celine when i’m steppin’ out
i got that beam on the k, ysl got it engraved
p-ssy n-gg-s throwin’ shade, k!ll them and p-ss on their grave

[verse 3: quavo]
im still gon’ serve you, i still got birds too
these drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
still n-gg-s still plottin’, still n-gg-s gettin’ shot
big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
took a b-tch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
i’m in my rarri, took a plate to calamari (eat it up)
rings like horry, play like curry, b-tch im sorry
thats why a n-gg- need a bad b-tch, she know how to treat a savage
she won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, jur-ssic
she got a cute face, bad body, but i took her now she all plastic
barbie doll, barbie doll, trapstar, block boy
thousand feet from a neighbor cause i want a tiger and i paid for it
imma ride with him, im gon’ slide with him
i might put my trust in him, i might put my pies in him
i ain’t gon get tied in him, imma fly with him
imma, yeah

- young thug

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