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letra de whole lotta - young thug

[intro: young thug]
dun deal, c4, f-ck n-gga
n-ggas drop salt and rice
f-ck ’round and hop out ‘gatti
4 bombs baby, brrr
dun deal, ay, migos
know what i’m sayin everything we do is mafia, you know
everything we ta-talk is saucy, you know
every b-tch we f-ck with bossy, bossy, bossy, you know
you hear me darlin’? (yea! yea!)

[chorus: young thug]
yeah i got a whole lotta syrup (uh)
and we got a whole lotta molly (lotta molly)
today i put some red in a sprite (some red)
and i got a whole lotta jolly’s (huh!)
and i got my dogs all with me (grr!)
and you know they all spoiled rotten (woo)
and i got some reading gl-sses on (woah)
and i seen right through ya body (cold heart)
ride it ’til you catch a child (child, child)
how the h-ll a snake drop spiders?
pockets filled up like the wallets (uh)
smokin’ og f-ck broccoli (uh)
she asked me “did i ever f-ck shawty?” (uh)
she asked me ’bout some head in the ‘rari (oh)
did she ever hide in the closet? (uh, uh, uh)

[verse 1: young thug]
pour me up syrup, pop perc, man flow loss urban run into the herbs
i’ma try to swerve ’cause the f-ckin’ rolls royce so big gotta park it on the curb
and i gotta real big bag off a whole lotta pounds and a whole lotta birds
and i gotta whole lotta gangstas, and a whole lotta k!llas and a whole lotta nerds, yeah
and i gotta whole lotta money and i count that sh-t like a muf-ckin’ clerk (oh yeah)
i done f-cked a whole lotta hoes and i hope made everyone of ’em squirt, yeah
and i seen the migos today, yeah
and they said culture for life, yeah
and they got the number one album, ou
and i told ’em all i’m excited, ouu
and i told ’em all that they righteous, ouu
all you gotta do is be with christ (facts!)
n-ggas drop salt and rice (d-mn)
all it did was make me precise (okay)
n-gga done gone all red
now a n-gga feelin’ like yachty
n-gga got drips on drips, yeah
f-ck round and hop out the ‘gotti (yeah!)

[verse 2: quavo]
yeah i got ice on ice (yeah)
then i put a b-tch on white (yeah)
told the bih to ride my pegs (yeah)
told the bih to ride my bike (ride)
and i got money in the streets (yeah)
momma gotta keep it on fleek (mama)
coupe got suede in the seats (skrr, skrr)
fishtail glazing the streets (skrr, skrr)
clear frames on, urkel (ay)
two styrofoam, purple (yeah)
none of my n-ggas workers (ay)
gangstas all in the circle (oh yeah)
shoot at your sh-ll, turtle (pff, pff)
shoot at your body and head, hurtle (pff, pff, pff, pff)
i got the molly and percocets, serve em (serve)
i got the molly and percocets, serve em (serve)
big bills, big way (big bills)
cook it up, soufflé, (cook it up)
beat it up, by quay (beat it up)
3k, andre (three thou’)
my b-tch she slay (b-tch)
ak don’t play (brrrp)
on top, too paid (top)
big tab, i pay

[verse 3: lil yachty & takeoff]
lil boat, lil boat, lil boat, lil boat, uh
all of my brothers got 30’s, uh
left hand squeeze like curry, uh
my n-ggas bossin’ not workers (bosses)
two cup drank we’re dirty, uh
catch a lil’ b-tch that’s from south alabama, i told her that p-ssy so perfect (so perfect)
she tried to f-ck me, no condom (h-ll nah)
that’s how i know that b-tch dirty (lil boat, lil boat)
across the border, my phone got no service, you barely just touchin’ the surface (brrp)
i put that b-tch on the perky, her t-tties is perky, i got that b-tch suckin’ for certain
none of my n-ggas is hurtin’, uh
about them franklins like kirk did, uh
young n-gga flexing on purpose, uh (flex)
ballin’ so hard with no jersey on
hey, chopper style, you got one night make it worth your while
hey, gun ’em down, hundred round drum [?] what’s now
hey i’m 19, ay, f-ckin’ on a hoe with the same age child (lil boat)
throw the towel, f-ck n-gga bite mike tyson style

[verse 4: duke]
poured a whole four in the fanta
me and lil’ freak and lil’ bih with no manners
private jet, clear port, you know where we landing
she suckin’ that d-ck and she callin’ me daddy (suckin)
send me the skirt and i’m kickin’ her box (send me the skirt)
i f-ck on that b-tch and i’m kickin’ her out (kickin’ her out)
hope i get f-cked? dont give f-ck bout no drought
we get them lows and then we get ’em out (we get ’em out)
don’t gotta tell ’em they know what we ’bout (know what we ’bout)
came from the block tryna fold me a knot
and i’m aim that nut right in her mouth
pull up my pants and i’m skrrting right out (skrr)
why you stand at the store with the bomb? (the bomb)
the trap pullin’ up and they know i’m around (know i’m around)
how you can’t cannot trap without the guns (without the guns)
start throwin’ hunnids i ran outta ones

- young thug

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