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letra de zan man - young thug

[intro]
it’s young thug b-tch
(roc crew forever)
my world
(we went from cheese to cheddar)
try not to get putted out

[verse 1]
hop out the g4, now i’m back to the basics
i thank god that i am not racist
shout out to wayne cause he is not basic
he got me on my turtle time, no matrix
and i promise i’ll ball, no patriot
and i’ll be at the finish line, slick waiting
which is at the tip top, big akron
but if i fall off i’ll die, so i’m pacin’
and i’ve been in and out the bank b-tch
while ya’ll -ssholes been in and out a tank b-tch
i think i’m on my wayne cake sh-t
but we smoke the same weed, the wayne stank sh-t
and i’m the top tire, no innertube
and i’ll eat till you’re sour, like lemon food
cause i’m the motherf-ckin’ boss and you’re a middle dude
and you’re just like the bricks, we get rid of you
and i should make a pledge of allegiance
cause these n-gg-s small, they ain’t in my region
i stay away from ya’ll when you n-gg-s this bleedin’
cause i don’t know if you know me like i’m takin’ the pleadin’
we in the buildin’, the n-gg-s that are outback
i throw the children at your b-tch and she caught that
and i’m the boss so, yea i marshall faulk that
and my partner on my falkjack
i’m at the top, no lie
and i be in the motherf-ckin’ sky, don’t fly
and if i can’t stay around ya, i’mma run right through ya
but if you get right b-tch, i might new, new ya

[interlude]
yea, it’s thug, i have prison bars (do the math)
concrete jungle and sh-t
we been havin’ this sh-t man
long, long time ago, i promise you

[verse 2]
money on your head, now you need a paper proof roof
n-gg-s at me, man i need a bulletproof booth
and what ya’ll call goons, we call goof troops
and them hoes we smashin’, ya’ll call ’em new, new
ridin’ with the 50 cal, old man protected
how the song got universal still neglectin’?
oops i mean select me
skooly didn’t forget me
i f-ck with juugman sh-t, respect he get plenty
and i be with my dogs like a hunter
we be blowin’ racks while they starvin’ out for hunger
and they say i look good, but i’m mean, s-xy monster
they wanna make me mad but ty told me to stay humble
and they ask me why i still respect jimfro
cause he the motherf-cker that made me, is you crazy?
and he asked me why i had two babies
cause i ain’t lettin’ a f-ck n-gg- clone me, is you crazy?
but if a n-gg- play with them babies
he gone need the motherf-ckin’ army and the navy
cause the roc crew move by the babies
and we got a 1000 guns in haiti
and skooly hopped out the porsche
and i be ridin’ round lurkin’, me and your dad
or should i be sayin’ the zan man kids?
cause we be high like the school at harvard of spanish, ya dig?

[outro]
thank god that i am not basic..

- young thug

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