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letra de over you - young thug

[intro]
i can’t (thugger!) stop watchin’ you, girl
cause i’m still in love with you
i won’t stop watchin’ you, girl
cause the thugger in love with you
i can’t stop marking your words
feel like i’m in your world, baby
i won’t stop fallin’ when you ’round
because i’m so f-cked up over you

[verse 1]
i’m watchin’ you, girl
cause i’m still in love, baby
i can’t stop watchin’ you, girl
cause i’m still in love with you
i can’t, i won’t, i refuse
because you still my [?], baby
i don’t wanna stop f-ckin’ you, ooh
because you my greyhound, baby
we go get that work from plexico, oh
suck my bro d-ck up you next to go, home
no shadow, but these n-gg-s clones, gone
b-tch i’m pimpin’ like i’m [?], be gone
she got a slappin’ dome, oh-oh
people worry when they comin’ home, hoes
[?] my roll it on your steppin’ stones, oh
[?] bae, you can bring it on, on
come taste my tongue
come taste my mothaf-ckin’ tongue
i pull up and beat on it like a drum
she say she wanna stay on top until it c-m
you k!ll these b-tches, it’s embarr-ssin’
i call you terrorist
you gon’ take off on them, accelerate
and you ain’t scared of sh-t
i know she’ll risk the whole plaque for all my n-gg-s, we back
all of my n-gg-s [?], all of my n-gg-s relax
like a gorilla, dig?

[chorus]
i can’t stop watchin’ you, girl
cause i’m still in love with you
i won’t stop watchin’ you, girl
cause the thugger in love with you
i can’t stop marking your words
feel like i’m in your world, baby
i won’t stop fallin’ when you ’round
because i’m so f-cked up over you

[verse 2]
i just, i just, i just, i just wanna love hard
i just, i just, i just, i just wanna spoil her
body, body got me one foot like a thotty
and i just wish we was in the dark, get it poppin’
i ball like the heisman, money old like the cosby’s
b-tch from houston like rockets
she wan’ sing like a choir
keep them bands like a buyer, ysl in her bio
i’m a snake like [?], can’t escape like a rhino
thats your ho? how in the f-ck would i know?
how in the f-ck could i show a concert with her unble
can’t blame me, bro
there you go, she’s out my door
i’m with bloods and i’m with locs
fifty-s-x hundred on a coat
and i might slide her -ss a jellybean
i turned her on and so she never seen
my dope come clean, everything ’bout me mean
she suck my d-ck and i bought her celine

[outro]
i can’t (cause i’m so f-cked up over you, yeah)
i can’t (cause i’m so f-cked up over you)
hey-yeah (cause i’m so f-cked up over you)
hey-yeah (cause i’m so f-cked up over you)

- young thug

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