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letra de purpose - young thug

[intro]
(goose)
yeah, thugger, thugger, yeah
goose with another
(goose with another one)
yeah, uh
thugger, hey!

[verse 1]
this a letter to my slimes, what’s brackin’ slimes?
i had your back every single last f-ckin’ time
and you know i’m the only one who’s gon’ die ’bout you
and you know in pluto i can stand side to side with you
i’m livin’ every week like it’s my birthday week
i can be a birthday freak
b-tch, i’m working while you lurkin’ me
i’m in the street like it’s my worst week
my b-tch boolin’ and she say she want that birkin b
ma asked was my purpose, then

[chorus]
mama say i ain’t have no choice but to do my mothaf-ckin’ thing
got my shoes, i tied ’em up and made a whole ‘nother lane
my diamonds shining, they glistenin’, but they ain’t from johnny f-ckin’ dang
you say her cat was terrific and i said the same d-mn thing

[verse 2]
same d-mn time
these b-tches and these n-ggas wanna see a n-gga dead
d-mn why’s that? spam that sh-t n-gga
i’m dumpin’ on your b-tch
no donald, i’ll trump that b-tch
ho say it again, say it again
kush smell like a skunk
b-tch, i’m fresher than a punk

[bridge]
okay, now tell me how you want it (what!?)
you know that i got it (what!?)
big booty ho from houston
i bang red like a rocket
okay, well she done been around you
i know all about her
i wanna put a eight-ball in her corner pocket

[verse 3]
i just read her diary, went and bought her that mercedes
no cop car, she a taurus
yeah, that “t”, that mean she taken
she don’t feel right ’til she play me
she won’t take my bread, no baby
and just for that, i would love to keep her
she keep going ’round like an equator
i’ll introduce her to paper
b-tch, it’s a bando, it’s vacant
i bought ice just for my acres
d-mn, there go a superstar, no shaker
hey, i grab that pistol and erase ’em

[outro]
you feel the same way ’bout it, you feel the same way
i swear i’ll catch me a body, these n-ggas try to play
you know i’m rich, but ain’t make you the girl in the same day
you know i don’t care about cheese on my head like green bay
no way, josé (yah)
you like my motherf-ckin’ fate today (ohh)
i might catch her ‘round the way, stray and save the day
put that d-ck inside her she stuck, she stuck like clay
(yah, yah)

- young thug

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