Young Thug - Whaddup Jesus (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Thug - Whaddup Jesus (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Crash dummy, goin' retarded,
spendin' cash on it)
What you is? Big dog
What's goin' on? Sunny day
And what you got? I'm havin' motion
Okay, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Louis Vuitton
That's what you rockin'? Ed Hardy
And what else? By Ken Carson
Okay, cool, yeah, yeah
She bossed up, she don't fuck
with hoes that's petty
I told her shoppin' spree
tomorrow, my baby ready
Can't live without her,
I'm sick, need a medic
When you up to it, let's
go party, yeah, yeah
We gon' go up, we gon' go gnarly (Woo)
Get fresh for school and
show up tardy (Yeah)
My wrist game stupid,
it's retarded (Oh)
We smoke that shit, we like Bob Marley
I fell in love, I was just tryna
do it big (Tryna do it big)
I don't know real love, my brother,
tell me what it is
They should've nicknamed
me huge, I do it big
Said clear my roster (Now clear my
roster), gotta clear my roster
Go big or home, yeah, yeah
Won't let 'em stop me (Yeah), yeah,
yeah (Can't stop this shit, nigga)
All my homies bosses, yeah, yeah
(Forever, we bossed up, yeah)
We done takin' losses, yeah, yeah
What you get, Spider? Get money
One more time, get money, ayy
And city love me, love you back, yeah
What's happenin', Jesus? No weapon
Made of steel, it's gon' harm me
RIP to you, and rest in peace to them
Rest in peace to you,
dead homies (Yeah)
Ayy, what that is? ERD, fifty-
five hundred for it
Took my bitch shoppin', bought
her everything plus the store
Every time we re-up, I gotta tell
'em we need a thousand more
Every time you see us, see like a hundred
foreigns and we ain't foreign
Look, poppin' shit, when I pop out
at Ritz, might go Ed Hardy
Why every time you see me,
you want somethin'? You
might not've ran out it
And every time I see her, she eatin'
dick like it's a lamb chop
And every time you front me that lil'
shit, I better not ran off, yeah
When I'm in the strip club,
they call me Santa
Ayy, this shit for Atlanta,
the clip here a banana
This bitch ain't got no standards,
we love to come through
and just scram somethin'
And all my niggas bosses, but
we don't pose for no cameras
What you is? Big dog (Oh, oh)
And what you got? I'm havin'
motion (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Oh), Louis Vuitton
Rest in peace to you, dead homies
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