Young Thug - Up (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Thug - Up (en) Lyrics
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Wheezy what the fuck brackin', nigga?
I might need to be on
beat for this one
You dig?!
Whoa, we tore up
I'm like baby don't throw up,
if she ever hit the ground
Young Thug not pickin' her up,
you can Quicker Picker Up
'Cause I'm a blood, pass me my bup
Tryna come around for help
but you gon' (What?)
End up suckin', nothing
but dick like whoa
Baby girl gon' stay and drop it,
no steps but I promise I go up
Girl what up? I'm like
baby this what's up
She under me like a rug,
can't go up, yep
Trick bitch pull up on me,
tryna get these digits
How the fuck I love when
I never like 'em, ooh
Bitch I am a genie, I got
hoes in Magic City
Even when it's rented,
president tinted
I need an Aaliyah she gon'
rock all on my boat
My chain small but only
my weed 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 nigga five deuce four tre
And my weed orange like
a fuckin' cantaloupe
She fuck 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 don't like 'em black,
no spades, no way
And I only tell her to hurry and wait
Bitches comin' 'round the fucking
gangster, think they're stupid
Pull up in the trenches, smoking
loud like a Dually
And I know I am the best,
bitch, how you do this?
And I pulled up on your
bitch early truancy
Damn what the fuck 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 watchin' me back in the
days like a Sony, promise
I just bought my son a Bentley
for his 'port card
All my bitches coming foreign
plus they head on
These lil' bitches tryna compete
then they're dead wrong
I'ma act just like I'm
sleep but I'm dead on
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