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letra de rip big & mack - young thug

[intro: young thug]
welcome to uy scuti
biggest motherf-ckin’ star of them all, you know (we got london on da track)
it’s spider
n-ggas irrelevant and have absolutely nothin’ they pedalin’
while our ice never meltin’ and we havin’ medallin’, you dig? (taurus) ayy

[verse 1: young thug & t.i.]
r.i.p. to big (biggs), r.i.p. to mack (r.i.p. to mack)
don’t believe in death forever (don’t believe in that), hope they comin’ back (uh)
still gettin’ back (still gettin’ racks), up until this day (huh, hrr)
keep on goin’ bad (keep spendin’), ’til we in the cage (hold on, b-tch)
runnin’ up a sack (run it up), ran it up, the racks (run it up)
runnin’ like it’s track (hold on), usain that (never)
ran it up from nothin’ (runnin’ this sh-t up), f-ckin’ up the sack (f-ck it)
makе it all back (hold on, yeah), goin’ tit for tat (agh)
invest a hunnid mil’ (hunnid racks), invest a hunnid racks (yеah, same)
sh-t is all the same, n-gga (that’s facts), hope to get it back (uh-uh)
hunnid mil’ to mama (ma), eighty mil’ to pops (yeah)
fifty for my siblings (yeah), twenty for the opps (ah)
hundred percent of the business goin’ to the kids (ayy)
mansions to the wifey, n-gga (mansions to the b-tch), lifetime wigs (lifetime, baby)
lifetime kelly bags, lifetime birks (lifetime, baby)
lifetime business owner (yeah), lifetime work (we workin’ forever)
n-ggas on the road (huh), runnin’ up the digits (runnin’ up)
tryna get richer than jay-z, need a hunnid billion (hold on)
f-ck it, need a trillion (f-ck it), f-ck it, need a zillion (f-ck it)
tryna beat the feds (what happened?), in the mink chilly (hey)
never gon’ die (nah), every day fly (yeah)
n-ggas with me ride (ride), never gettin’ tired (oh)
f-ckin’ up a million (million), take it worldwide (yeah)
catch me on a island (on a island), thought you knew the vibes (thought you knew the vibes)
oh, yeah, yeah (yeah), i got rizz (rizz)
i’m gettin’ rich, i’m gettin’ rich (uh-uh)
bottles on me, everything lit (yeah)
hit my line, baby (king, b-tch), come my city (turn it)
[verse 2: t.i. & young thug]
miss my n-gga clay, man, miss my n-gga cap (miss my n-gga cap)
miss my n-gga doe b, we put montgomery on the map (yeah-yeah)
have i told you can’t get respected if you tuck tail and didn’t scr-p? (yeah)
from the chevy buick, could’ve kept the turbo porsches, of course it’s (yeah)
long live troup (what up, shawty?), miss my cousin too, yeah (miss you)
changed my life, dej took me to dj tune, hey (dj, n-gga)
trust in me, yeah, did my thing, uh (did my thing)
rep my city, baby, and it made me king (king)
we been through it all, back against the wall
all we do is ball, we stood tall up against the government
they don’t like us, f-ck ’em then (f-ck ’em)
cat never been nothin’, man
to keep from sufferin’ (what?), i’m out here hustlin’, big .40, no tusslin’ (bah, bah)
i wrecked my cullinan, then bought a spectre, then went bought a resident
my backyard on the sea shore, we don’t love nothin’, we keep wh0res in
rotation, on location, on all fours, in formation
but we toured the nation on probation
us and f-ck n-ggas, no correlation, no

[outro: t.i.]
boy, ain’t no question ’bout it, better ask somebody
bentleys on bentleys, mansions on mansions for the grandkids’ grandkids, understand that? (huh)
been lit since the first cigarette, you understand that, man?
all around like the ground, every place like sp-ce, you understand?
yeah, you had my legs, bet you sure could kick it, huh
you thought, check this out, man
n-gga think he sl!ck, i tell you what, you beat me, slime
you can have my sled, n-gga, aight now, yeah, n-gga
man, i need another b-tch like i need a hole in my head, n-gga
i don’t need, man, ayy, listen, man
ain’t nothin’ i never had, n-gga, you understand me?
i ain’t seen a bad day, n-gga, i can’t tell you n-ggas ’bout—
i can’t tell a n-gga ’bout it, you understand?
sh-t, sh-t, n-gga, i’ma tell you a story of a—
n-gga, i’ma tell you a story about a motherf-ckin’ donkey
motherf-cker didn’t want him in the town, they told him dig a hole
motherf-cker dug a hole, put the motherf-ckin’ donkey in it
every time they godd-mn kept, puttin’ that godd-mn dirty-ass donkey
that n-gga shake it off and pack it down
they put that dirty donkey back, and he shake it off, pack it down
by the time they finished dumpin’ the dirt on the donkey
he back on the ground with they motherf-ckin’ ass
n-gga, there we is, shakin’ it off and packin’ it down, n-gga
f-ck off

- young thug

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