Young Thug - Sin (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Thug - Sin (en) Lyrics
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Man, fuck all y'all (just
come wit' me)
Everything I do is for
us only (yeah, yeah)
Only us, none of y'all other niggas
(I know none of y'all can't tell)
It's on God (I'm in London,
got my beat from London)
I'm drippin' again
The way that I drip this
shit should be a sin
divorce all my friends
I'm not a Migo, 'bout
to trap out the Benz
they told me don't spend
I went got the racks
and I did it again
I think she a twin
Plus she got red calamari skin
You don't got no wins
You should grab something white
and just throw it on in
I went to school, got suspended
I told her I want some head, bobby pin
If the lil' kid don't got class,
yeah we calling truancy
I ain't had no money to spend
I got my first check and
went paid off my rent
I poured a four from the clouds down
And my head floating
in bliss (goddamn)
I'm on the phone with
big bro now (damn)
He told me keep Benz on
the race (goddamn)
Until you see it like this, I promise
man you'd never think it exists
Straight out a jet to the crib,
I'm quick with the switch
Man we never miss, okay (god)
'Bout to turn up in the club,
man, back the fuck up
We ain't takin' no pictures
See all the wings in
the front, it's us
We had to triple the digits
See all those sexy mamas
blowing kisses, man
We had to grant all they
wishes (we grants)
Casamigos got me spinnin'
But I want some spendin' some
out wit' some dealers
Let's go (goddamn)
I'm rocking Dior Sauvage (damn)
I'm higher than Scotty, they
calling me Pippen (god)
I got some Cartier vision,
it costs me six thousand
I'm watchin' these women
Money's the reason I'm sinning
Money's the reason I
gotta take Ritalin
You niggas don't care 'bout women
Just shut the fuck up, yeah
I'm taking care plenty
I put Chanel on a belt buckle,
of when my price is half off
I keep a stick for my cover, got
way more girls than Hugh Hefner
Got the same name as the butler
But more money than Ashley
and her mother
Got a backwood full of sherbert, I'm
'bout to smoke like a murder
I'm dripping again
They told me don't spend
hop out the back of the turn up
Avoid all the cameras,
I did it on purpose
She tryna act like she perfect
I see all the masks that you
leave on the surface
She made me write all
my verses in cursive
She need all them purses at Hermès
That's like 25 racks and
we always on a roll
Man, we always working, let's go
bitch I'ma pour some Act, got
some brand new graffiti
It's going down my back
I got Chanel slippers, Gucci pennies,
baby, girl you can pick
Rocking Giuseppe Zanotti's a night
I spent half a million
designer on kits
I got Chanel slippers, Gucci pennies,
baby girl you can pick
I got so high, went off the equator,
I feel like Buzz Lightyear
I met a broad, skinny like nails,
and I was richer than ice cream
I had to grind without a rail,
now all my cars got Nitron
Straight to Dubai, I feel like the
mail, I was on a Global Express
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