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letra de why - young thug

[intro]
aye my little homie in the booth you know what i’m saying, she still popping tags in this b-tch (h-llo)
i mean it is us
in swag we trust, you know (h-llo)
wheezy beatz
turn me up, turn me up, turn me up
yeah turn me up, n-gga turn me up
turn me up, turn it up, yeah
aye you know the sh-t they call, uh, blue hundreds?
that sh-t in around this way for real, uh
aye!

[hook]
i, i never, never, never, never lie to my n-ggas about b-tches
i never, never, never, never play with my n-ggas about hoes, nah
i never, never, never, never do my n-ggas wrong
no, no b-tch yeah i don’t
why these f-ck n-ggas lie to they bros?
why? (oh why?)
why the f-ck these n-ggas lying to each other?
they supposed to be brothers, why?
why did my brother get gunned down?
a couple streets from my mama’s spot?
why the f-ck did someone leave him on the ground leave blood in the parking lot?
why the f-ck the ambulance took a hundred years to pick him up, n-gga, why?
and why these b-tches falling for these n-ggas even though they just some suckers then they die

[bridge]
hey, why these hoes?
why these hoes?
why these hoes, why these hoes, why? why?
yeah, baby you ain’t gotta kick it like that
you ain’t gotta lie about this, bout that
baby you ain’t gotta do it like that, godd-mn
i was just starting to believe what you say
i was just starting to believe you ain’t playing
i was just believing you didn’t know my mans, man
but you knew em’ all
you probably sucking h-lla b-lls
because i know you f-cking h-lla jawns
and i know they onto h-lla broads, oh

[verse]
thugger!
who that bomboclat blood boy wanna touch me baby?
imma shoot him in the head, no no dreads little baby
who you trying to rob little boy?
don’t play around little boy
i just wanted to maintain, yeah i just wanna feel the pain yeah
i just wanted white cocaine, i just wanna lose the pain yeah
i just wanna protect my stain, yeah i don’t wanna lose non’ yeah
i just want what i already got, i don’t wanna lose again, yeah
i’m a rude boy from my birth, to my death, aye
and i ain’t standing on no money n-gga don’t step, aye
imma speak this sh-t into existence not for my health, aye
imma speak this sh-t into existence not for my health (aye, yeah)
from the heart not for my health (aye, yeah)
swear to god not for my health (aye, yeah)
do it for you, not for myself (aye)

- young thug

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