Young Thug - Mine (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Thug - Mine (en) Lyrics
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Yeah
How the fuck a nigga gon' try
to tell me 'bout this motherfuckin'
ice that I'm rockin'?
'Bout these motherfuckin' bitches
that I'm fuckin' and (What?)
Suckin' and (Suck it), puttin'
'em in a bucket, then
Beat that pussy up like it's
the twelfth round (Beat it)
Up in niggas' towns with
my Zoe Pounds (Zoes)
I don't go around since it
come around (Get it?)
Wet diamonds in my mouth, if I
kiss her, she drown (Mwah)
If I leave a nigga white t-shirt
red, it'll be a peppermint
or a baseball, nigga (Woo)
I know they sick and tired of hearin' 'bout my
jewelry, but if it fall on the ground, yeah,
you might just slip and fall, nigga (Woo)
She a shark, she like
a Jaws, nigga (Woo)
Your bitch say she wants
a tall nigga (Woo)
You are one midget, you too
small, nigga (Little)
Yeah, she suck my dick and rub my
balls, nigga (Suck it, suck it)
Uh, big money over here,
man (Racks, racks)
Still active, don't let me show
all my skills, man (Damn)
Yeah, my jeans, they blue dolphin,
not no SEALs, man (Nah)
I run up money, run up
gold like a pilgrim
Nigga, how the hell you gon'
tell me what's mine?
I remember on the block I was
servin' them dimes, yeah
How the hell you gon'
tell me what's mine?
If them boys didn't have no dope,
I was sellin' you mines, hey
Little nigga, go'n and tell me
what's all on your mind, yeah
All on your mind, yeah (What's
on your mind, nigga?)
Nigga, big bands on my mind, nigga
Nigga (Ayy), catch these ones
like the swine, nigga
Nigga (Here), you be cuffin' with
no ties, nigga (She not yours)
Leanin', twin dimes and they mine,
fold 'em like a pork rind
I know Bloods that rock burgundy,
no wine (Rrah)
Told that nigga best believe
I'ma stay from 'round
In the back of the car screamin' YSL,
hold it down (Slatt, slatt)
Yeah, hold it down 'til he come
back off on an appeal (What?),
that's the real deal (Hey)
I'ma eat that pussy down, then
I'ma roll up some kush straight
out the fields (And what?)
I tell her straight to her face if
she don't do it, I know someone
that will, you know the deal
I don't wanna drink no lean with these
niggas if it's not double-sealed
(Why?), and that's the real
Nigga, big, big ballin',
no budget (No budget)
And my car is rare like a
mullet (Skrrt, skrrt)
I see this bitch from up the
stairs, she ain't ugly (No)
Bitches bome up to my room and they
get slutty (Come on, bae)
Bitches ball me Jeff and the
F stand for fuckin' (Woah)
One more time for my jewelry,
yes, it's flooded (Woo)
Take that dick up out her coochie,
then I butt it (Butt)
All these niggas with me Blooded
like we cutted (SooWoo)
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