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letra de some fetty (remix) - young thug

[intro: young thug]
hey yo man, we got juug motherf-ckin’ man
we got the thugger thugger, we got lil uzi

[chorus: fetty wap & young thug]
what would you do for the money baby? (yeah)
zoovie-zoo and thugger baby (yeah, baby)
slime told me to bring the thunder (yeah, baby)
i swear to god this is what they wanted, yeah baby
i want some fetty, let’s count some fetty
i am so ready, like spaghetti
i want that fetty, i need that fetty
she want that fetty, believing in fetty, bet it

[verse 1: young thug]
i’m ’bout to stop f-ckin’ with n-ggas i know ain’t with it
(f-ck ’em)
you lil’ f-ck n-ggas is mama boys, go suck a t-tty (b-tch!)
f-ck it, i cop a new ride and i pick up some fours in the city (skrrt!)
mollies on percs and you know i’m geeked, ‘nother fifty
no barbaric b-tch, i got on some burberry
i keep them blue benjamins on me, f-ck credit
if you go on this move you might get you a slice like a deli
big choppers, i got lots of bullets, andrettis
i’m a big dog, i’m a big dog
be with my boy, pina colada
i am a tiger, f-ck a mufasa
i sh-t like a diaper, i’m never gon’ wife her (swear, swear)
i’m never gon’ wife her
i catch her down bad and i f-ck out her lights (i f-ck out her lights)
i swear i’m in europe, i don’t got facetime, baby girl we can skype

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
yeah, why your b-tch on me? yeah
yeah, all of my boxers be tommy, yeah
don’t run up on me, yeah
my little b-tch is a gangster, she tote that .40, yeah
ayy, drive that foreign like a chevy, it be thugger and young fetty
yeah, i’m countin’ all that fetty, nowadays my jewelry heavy
yeah, i’m rockin’ on designer clothes, yeah
nowadays sharin’ my hoes, yeah
everyday hear ’bout this dough
just in case you didn’t know
i had your b-tch on my phone (i did)
little n-gga now you know
pull up right there on your block
you know thugger got the pole, yeah
now i be gettin’ them knots
lil uzi rockin’ them shows, yeah
countin’ fetty, not the rapper
treat the game like rock and roll yeah

[verse 3: juugman]
look at the lou’, come straight out the box
i play with fetty but my name ain’t wap
hop out that truck and i hop in the drop
hit from the back but i love her on top
what would you do for the cash?
what would you do for the cash?
i’m talkin’ that money with thugger right now while we thumb through a bag
still on the block, yeah i jugg through that work
still movin’ slow on that purp
n-ggas og’s, oh don’t play with the ave, k!ller put hole in your shirt
hit a n-gga where it hurt, i’ma get her out her skirt
shoot an uzi ’bout my n-gga uzi in the winter time ridin’ vert
diamonds flashin’ like an ambulance
in the bank doin’ the money dance
overseas with a foreign b-tch, too red for me, gotta get a tan
what would you do for this paper baby?
still screamin’ f-ck a hater baby
i’m the cavs, you the lakers baby
gated cribs sit on acres baby, juug

- young thug

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