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letra de the plan - young thug

[intro: young thug]
everything’ll be perfect for you man, all you gotta do is f-ckin’ listen
(billboard hitmakers)
you dig? i’m on my chrome heart sh-t, you know what i’m sayin’

[chorus: young thug]
i told my b-tch the plan, told my b-tch the plan (ayy)
i feel like puttin’ on my mans, puttin’ on my bands (ayy)
she dig what i’m sayin’, dig what i’m sayin’ (ayy)
i might go buy a lamb’ and put it on land (ayy-hey)
i just bought some stans, some adidas stans (ayy)
take over pakistan, pakistan (ayy-hey)
percy mixed with xans, perky mixed with xans
we don’t play, we sprayin’ right out the van (brrr-brrr)

[verse 1: young thug]
yeah, i wan’ get paid like every day
i just wan’ ball like every day my birthday
i just bought some watches but i’m still late
i see you and your baby lookin’ thirsty
ayy, i’m workin’ ’em
insertin’ ’em, hmm, i’m f-ckin’, i’m birthin’ ’em
huh, they babies, i’m nursin’ ’em
hmm, she stranded, she lurkin’ ’em
hmm, i’m hot and i’m irkin’ ’em
uh, i packed up some percs in there
i packed up the work in there
i sent it with caution
these n-gg-s be fraudin’
these n-gg-s be flossin’
they b-tches, they dodgin’
they run from a gangsta n-gg-
they ain’t used to no weapons
all they know is these lame lil n-gg-s
bro what you bang lil n-gg-?
[?] lil n-gg-
the sh-t you do lame, boy
get some salt on your name, boy
i’m smokin’ that ganja, got some ice on my fore arm
when i c-m, she gon’ c-m, yeah
make her cheer with no pompoms, yeah

[chorus: young thug]
i told my b-tch the plan, told my b-tch the plan (ayy)
i feel like puttin’ on my mans, puttin’ on my mans (ayy)
she dig what i’m sayin’, dig what i’m sayin’ (dig what you sayin’)
i might go buy a lamb’ and put it on land (ayy-hey)
i just bought some stans, some adidas stans (ayy)
take over pakistan, pakistan (ayy-hey)
perky mixed with xans, perky mixed with xans (xans)
we don’t play, we sprayin’ right out the van (ayy-hey)

[verse 2: gunna]
them racks came in by the ten, i lost all my friends
new forgiato rims, new ’63 benz
took risks for the fam, look out for my kin
i grind ’till the end, tom ford on my lens
how much a n-gg- gon’ spend ’till i make a mil’ for my family
them n-gg-s, they thought i was average
i didn’t run when them n-gg-s was after me
chanel on my feet, call ’em double c’s
i’m a loc but i run with a b-mblebee
we some stoners, get high, we gon’ smoke a tree
i rock ice, i’ma drip, you gon’ notice me
b-tches lookin’ at the man
i know you diggin’ what i’m sayin’
[?] with bands
pointers in a wedding band
take a trip across the land
organic weight, i’m gainin’ fans
i’m tryna make this sh-t expand
they didn’t wanna give me a chance
so we made a plan

[chorus: young thug]
i told my b-tch the plan, told my b-tch the plan (ayy)
i feel like puttin’ on my mans, puttin’ on my mans (ayy)
she dig what i’m sayin’, dig what i’m sayin’ (ayy)
i might go buy a lamb’ and put it on land (ayy-hey)
i just bought some stans, some adidas stans (ayy)
take over pakistan, pakistan (ayy-hey)
percy mixed with xans, percy mixed with xans (xans)
we don’t play, we sprayin’ right out the van (brrr-brrr)

- young thug

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