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letra de up (ss2) - young thug

[intro]
wheezy what the fuck brackin’, nigga?
i might need to be on beat for this one
you dig?!

[chorus]
woah, we tore up
i’m like baby don’t throw up, if she ever hit the ground
young thug not pickin’ her up, you can quicker picker up
’cause i’m a blood, p-ss me my bup, tryna come around for help but you gon’ (what?)
end up suckin’, nothing but d-ck like woah
baby girl gon’ stay and drop it, no steps but i promise i go up
girl what up? i’m like baby this what’s up
she under me like a rug, can’t go up, yep

[verse 1]
trick b-tch pull up on me, tryna get these digits
how the fuck i love when i never like ’em, ooh
b-tch i am a genie, i got hoes in magic city
even when it’s rented, president tinted
i need an aaliyah she gon’ rock all on my boat
my chain small but only my weed make me choke
hey come here baby girl i want that amateur throat
and when i get through i p-ss it to all of my folks
d-mn they got my name on the c-ke
blackjack got me winning by the boats
shoot dice nigga five deuce four tre
and my weed orange like a fuckin’ cantaloupe
she fuck me then smile in your face, all she ever say is “oh yeah”
ooh baby girl, pull up and give top, no lotion, she like olay
hey i don’t like ’em black, no spades, no way
and i only tell her to hurry and wait

[chorus]
woah, we tore up
i’m like baby don’t throw up, if she ever hit the ground
young thug not pickin’ her up, you can quicker picker up
cause i’m a blood, p-ss me my bup, tryna come around for help but you gon’ (what?)
end up suckin’, nothing but d-ck like woah
baby girl gon’ stay and drop it, no steps but i promise i go up
girl what up? i’m like baby this what’s up
she under me like a rug, can’t go up, yep

[verse 2]
b-tches comin’ round the fuckin gangsta, think they stupid
pull up in the trenches, smoking loud like a dually
and i know i am the best, b-tch, how you do this?
and i pulled up on your b-tch early truancy
d-mn what the fuck is going on, i am gone, so gone
i just spent a band on cologne, i am on, so on
and my neighbors call my thick misses texas roni
they was watchin’ me back in the days like a sony, promise
i just bought my son a bentley for his ‘port card
all my b-tches coming foreign plus they head on
these lil’ b-tches tryna compete then they dead wrong
i’ma act just like i’m sleep but i’m dead on

- young thug

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