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letra de l - young thug

yeah, i’m ’bouta do this sh-t in one take, yeah

[chorus]
she been on her grind but she don’t skate, yeah
she wonder why i don’t date her
b-tch, i could date anybody
huh, huh, yeah, my b-tch got a body
she wanna f-ck, told that b-tch suck me sloppy, yeah
(huh, yeah) suck me sloppy

[verse 1]
huh, off the molly with some ecstasy
i’m posted with an ar15 and some bricks
i’m posted with an m4a1 in some ricks
huh, f-cking on my girlfriend ain’t no b-tch
get rich, die rich, give it to my kids
huh, huh, spent that sh-t right on my kicks
never do that sh-t a-f-cking-gain
so i bought a house up in the hills
bought a house and i bought some f-cking pills
huh, i ain’t even buy a house for real
huh, i get high as f-ck for real
when the kids start bumping me, the next generation f-cked
don’t look up to me, don’t look up to me because i suck
this a f-cking cult, b-tch i’m up
i’m the high priest, i’m the one that they love
grind, i’m a f-cking skate
[chorus]
she been on her grind but she don’t skate, yeah
she wonder why i don’t date her
b-tch, i could date anybody
huh, huh, yeah, my b-tch got a body
she wanna f-ck, told that b-tch suck me sloppy, yeah
(huh, yeah) suck me sloppy

[verse 2]
yeah, spin again, they bet i won’t spin again
hundred shooters hanging out a mini-van
hang out we bouta’ take off your head
thought we k!lled him, skin his face, then k!ll that boy again
yeah, do that sh-t again
that boy live to die, we did that sh-t again
if i hit the drop, get that money, i’m a win again
got a bad b-tch, she white as f-ck, came from winnipeg
drugs came from winnipeg, too high i can’t feel my legs
i just sipped the purple drank and popped the molly, yeah i’m dead
huh, woke up p-ssed off, got blood on my sh-t
huh, woke up p-ssed off, i couldn’t f-ck this b-tch
8am he hit me phone, talking ’bout some drills
woke up thinking ’bout them pills
woke up, my life unreal
huh, yeah, yeah, go to sleep i’m clutching on my tec
unfold it, it fold you, it’s ’bouta fold up on your head
i got a 9mm it leave a p-ssy dead
these some hollow tip bullets, i ain’t leave evidence for feds
i jump out my car, 4 by 4, clutching my tec, tec, tec
put that boy to bed
like an old mother f-cker i lay that lil’ b-tch to rest
he can’t remember, he got dementia, shot him in his head

- young thug

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