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- Young Thug Up (Prod. By Wheezy) 歌詞
- Young Thug
- Up （By Wheezy ）-Young Thug
Wheezy what the f**k brackinni**a
I might need be el be for this one
You dig
Whoa we tore up
Im like baby dont throw upif she ever hit the ground
Young thug not pickinher up you can quicker picker up
Cause Im a blood pass me my bup
Tryna come around for help but you gonwhat
End up suckinnothing but dick like whoa
Baby girl gonstay and drop it no steps but I promise I go up
Girl what up Im like baby this whats up
She under me like a rug cant go up yep
Trick b**ch pull up on me tryna get these digits
How the f**k I love when I never like em ooh
B**ch I am a genie I got hoes in magic city
Even when its rented president tinted
I need an Aaliyah she gonrock all on my boat
My chain small but only my w**d make me choke
Hey come here baby girl I want that amateur throat
And when I get through I pass it to all of my folks
Damn they got my name on the coke
Blackjack got me winning by the boats
Shoot dice ni**a five deuce four tre
And my w**d orange like a f**kincantaloupe
She f**k 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 dont like em black no spades no way
And I only tell her to hurry and wait
Whoa we tore up
Im like baby dont throw upif she ever hit the ground
Young thug not pickinher up you can quicker picker up
Cause Im a blood pass me my bup
Tryna come around for help but you gonwhat
End up suckinnothing but dick like whoa
Baby girl gonstay and drop it no steps but I promise I go up
Girl what up Im like baby this whats up
She under me like a rug cant go up yep
B**ches cominround the f**king gangsta think they stupid
Pull up in the trenches smoking loud like a dually
And I know I am the best b**ch how you do this
And I pulled up on your b**ch and the children
Damn what the f**k 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 watchinme back in the days like a Sony promise
I just bought my son a Bentley for his port card
All my b**ches coming foreign plus they head on
These lilb**ches tryna compete then they dead wrong
Im act just like Im sleep but Im dead on
Whoa we tore up
Im like baby dont throw upif she ever hit the ground
Young thug not pickinher up you can quicker picker up
Cause Im a blood pass me my bup
Tryna come around for help but you gonwhat
End up suckinnothing but dick like whoa
Baby girl gonstay and drop it no steps but I promise I go up
Girl what up Im like baby this whats up
She under me like a rug cant go up yep
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