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letra de jonesboro (demo) - young thug

lyrics from snippets

[chorus]
comin’ out of jonesboro south (ayy)
n-gga havin’ golds all through they mouth, yeah
lifetime goals (woo), runnin’ through the roof (wha’?)
pullin’ out the ghost (grah), make a n-gga poof (grah)
n-ggas talkin’ sh-t but what is it to do?
i knew his big homie, n-gga, and i got the proof (woo)
my spot is a army base and i got the proof (what up?)
send my b-tch on vacay, put her in a coupe

[verse]
change the channel, i don’t wanna see none these p-ssy n-ggas (nah)
i’ve been f-ckin’ n-ggas’ b-tches and gettin’ plenty figures
on the road to riches and got the realest with us
slaughter gang wit’ me, n-gga, knives, not a scissors
street n-gga with a bunch of lives like a tiger (yeah)
y’all n-ggas just a bunch of dyk-s f-ckin’ n-ggas
n-gga told and he was my homiе, i can’t miss him
ain’t n0body feel him
tell me what you seen, what you saw
i done ran it up, i’m guеssin’ which broad
i’ma take her home tonight
i’m tryna see who i’m takin’ home tonight
i seen a jawn gettin’ shot at the light (yeah-yeah)
they got to arguin’ over new crack pipe (yeah-yeah-yeah)
i call the seamstress, my pants ain’t tight enough
none of my b-tches tell me i’m not man enough
what the f-ck wrong with these broke-ass n-ggas? yeah (yeah)
i told ’em, “tear it down”
i’ma think you pocket watchin’, don’t look at my pants now
my diamonds louder than the f-ckin’ ambulance now
asked the b-tch from the sidelines, “stand down”
runnin’ through the projects, duckin’ all the frauds, yeah
got a nine in my pocket and not in my drawls (woah-woah-woah)
take off like a rocket with thirteen broads (yeah)
bricks in the attic, put the racks in the walls (yeah)
no need to talk to me, i’m big dawg (yeah)
i roll the windows up (yeah) and now they knowin’ us
i’m no beginner, yeah, i got my stain up
i told her, “giddy up”
we ran the train on her
[open verse]

- young thug

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