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- Young Thug Droppin Jewels 歌詞
- Young Thug
- Show me that Im done Im finished here but still no fear yeah
Aint no more reminiscin
Aint no more judgin no intuition
Tell me why Im livin why am I remaining here
I was smokin Scotti but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that s**t to the ceiling
Drop a body and you wouldnt have to pay for lunch
I told my dawg Im ridin whether he right or wrong
I done got big they record my life through a drone
I told my b***h to stand behind me Im in my zone
She like 'How the f**k you aint never wrote a song'
Same reason your fine a*s aint never wore a thong
You aint ridin for life then Id just rather ride alone
Bought you a spot now you dont ever gotta go
Yeah I told my n***a Ima drop the jewels on him
You gotta go through this s**t with your heart you cant snooze on it
Its bad you better get rid of it or lose on it
I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit homie
Huh if you cant beat em knock it out em
Huh if you gon kill em better not be sloppy
I told my daughter 'Keep one in the head' she aint gotta cock it
I told my son if he wanted to live he might catch a body
I told my son he aint a cheerleader but he might gotta catch a body
His driver named Joe but he still cant do it sloppy
I just hopped up out that Ghost I been drivin a dead body
I aint really into nothin but I spend it like a hobby
I was locked inside the trap didnt think about it but I got out it
And my cars and clothes exotic
Aint 6ix9ine but two h*es with me right now you can call me Shotti
I been droppin all my Vicks and now the FBI wont stop me
Got this s**t on fire like Takis n* **a woah woah
Show me that Im done Im finished here but still no fear yeah
Aint no more reminiscin
Aint no more judgin no intuition
Tell me why Im livin why am I remaining here
I was smokin Scotti but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that s**t to the ceiling
Yeah they complimentin my new Rolls Royce
TV in the front of that motherf**ker like a tour bus
Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin so blessed you see
I told my b***h I was bout to go shoot up Treaster Tree
Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
Couple millions to my mama and my pa
Got the sniper on the roof for n***as tryna act hard
I just bought a brand new coupe and its a black Jaguar
Matte black old Trans Am thank you maam
We gon make us a p**n star video new cam
I came up just watchin my pop gamble my food stamps
I just cause cramps I dont go back and forth with tramps
Baby we stamped just for that Ima call you 'Maam'
Got the T-Rex I just gave my daddy the Cam
I got the sheets wet
Pick that lil b***hup then I slam her like Im from B-X
Then I fold her up like a clam yeah
It was dark then I came to the light
I was poor and now my doors suicide
I dont know how to make it right right
Got four Birkins for you keep it light light
I dont care about you leavin me
I got no time to try to make it right
I just hope you find another life
Ill pick you up if you ever fall right
Show me that Im done Im finished here but still no fear yeah
Aint no more reminiscin
Aint no more judgin no intuition
Tell me why Im livin why am I remaining here
I was smokin Scotti but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that s**t to the ceiling
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