Young Thug - Fifth Day Dead (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Thug - Fifth Day Dead (en) Lyrics
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Moncler coat 'cause I'm
the coldest out
I had twenty thousand pints
sealed in a drought
12 bend the corner, me and
the dogs gettin' out
Got twenty-seven colors
this Versace couch
I got it from Birdman out
of his Miami spot
I told the bitch don't call
me, she a Miami thot
They hate to see you rocking
big ol' Pateks, rose gold
White diamonds on my wrist just
like my main bitch toes
I cut the top off of the Benz,
that winter was cold
I got a lot of thots, but
got respect for my hoes
I got a lot of spots to recess
for all my kids in the back
Playgrounds galore for teachers
askin' why all of 'em brats
Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I throwed it to my dawgs,
I told 'em fetch
Fuck over opps, they can't
see shit like this
I fucked her hard, I put
that bitch to bed
I called 'em up and told
him what he said
He text me back five days
and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons
out the shed
I been sippin' on Wock',
this ain't no red
Passport shawty, I can take
this bitch places
High heel Chanel, oh,
she rockin' big aces
A pussy nigga wish that
he could trade places
I told a nigga, "You must be
kidding, I'm goin' Maison"
I called my watch stupid
'cause the time froze
One-fifty for my tooth
and when I find hoes
My niggas smoke Biscotti,
not the pine cone
My nigga Jimbo did a dime,
now he back home
I be countin' money all night long
And to my dawgs who can't
fall off no more
I used to walk down, buyin'
out the store
Her body was natural, now she
plastic, she a Barbie
Fuck over opps, they can't
see shit but this
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