letra de player’s ball - young thug
[chorus: young thug]
yuh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
i came a long way from projects
to jumping off private jets, and on my neck baguettes (yeah)
she looking at me like, “you next”
she trying to eat me up, just like a d-mn t-rex (huh)
okay this baddie tried to f-ck me
the same night i met her, i told the b-tch do better (yeah)
i tote them diamonds in my bezels
they come in all type colors, just like a gucci sweater (yеah)
[verse 1: young thug]
peppermint it, red and whitе diamonds, yeah
inside the coupe came red just like elmo
scarecrow, you be fly as h-ll, yeah cro’
velcro sandals, yeah, might as well cro’
sh-ll toes, yeah hoe
fed hoes got me talking with my slatt code
f-ck what i did don’t give away my cat, hold out
summer time we bring them hoes out
billy kimber, og smoking motherf-cker
f-ck around and let me find out you said something else to my brother
can’t keep saying i go (??) with this motherf-cking cutter, yeah
and we slimy and grimy like no other, yeah
gang not off tracks, bring me that cat
triple coated she done tattooed over her tatt
cuban sink on it the reason she cannot be brat yeah
she ain’t strong ain’t got no back she ain’t black yeah
this one got too many hips had to send her back yeah
candy coated rolls royce symbol in the back, ha
n-gga acting itchy witcha he get scratched, ha
i came from nun i got big racks, ha
[chorus: young thug]
i came a long way from projects
to jumping off private jets, and on my neck baguettes (yeah)
she looking at me like, “you next”
she trying to eat me up, just like a d-mn t-rex
okay this baddie tried to f-ck me
the same night i met her, i told the b-tch do better (yeah)
i tote them diamonds in my bezels
they come in all type colors, just like a gucci sweater (yeah)
[verse 2: gunna]
sliding down rodeo just, passing hermes
saw a baddie with a birkin, with her hair down her ass
parked the car stopping traffic i can’t let this one pass
snipe her eyes and quickly tell this b-tch (???) class
the foreign roof i blast i can scream touch the dash
lowkey ain’t put that sh-t on blast let my b-tch poppin brat
all your life you f-ck with peasants put that sh-t in the past
till you met me now you got a preference they can’t even be mad
i got 200 on my neck 70 on my right just 150 on my left yeah
baguettes on my latest b-tch
troup cleaned up and polished we rock solid can’t finagle it
never serve at the palace with a bp was my favorite
feel like perfect timing fly so to an island we just kicking sh-t
even when i wasn’t rich young gunna wasn’t the type to penny pinch
said i was illiterate now you can’t read the benefits
rolling out my cullinan my double r mean really rich
[chorus: young thug]
i came a long way from projects
to jumping off private jets, and on my neck baguettes (yeah)
she looking at me like, “you next”
she trying to eat me up, just like a d-mn t-rex
okay this baddie tried to f-ck me
the same night i met her, i told the b-tch do better (yeah)
i tote them diamonds in my bezels
they come in all type colors, just like a gucci sweater (yeah)
[outro]
(run that back, turbo)
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