Young Thug - Road Rage (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Thug - Road Rage (en) Lyrics
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Hopscotchin' through the street,
I'm tryin' not to fall
She pray to God that I make it
home before tomorrow mornin'
I'm tryna tell her to pick a Rollie,
but she don't care at all
Don't care nothin' 'bout my drank,
my portion's what I'm comin' for
I been keepin' up with my city
High performance on my jacket, Rolls-
Royce truck for extra fifty
Just in case I run into her, I'm tryin'
my best to stay spiffy, yeah
See the pussies on the sideline
wishin' that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet,
I'm 'bout to tell it all
I just want my money, my hoes
and all my kids to ball
I'm road raging to the millions
if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road raging to the millions
if I have to crawl, oh, yeah
Evеry time they call in,
young nigga ballin'
I went from tеllin' them to
try me to callin' shots
And I wanna know what's on your
mind, what you thinkin' 'bout
And I wanna know if I can change
it, let's take you out
Private flight to France,
such a change the trends
I bought her a Richard, now she
dance like ants in her pants
Red and white diamonds on
my mans, he a ambulance
Half a million to my dad, salad
dressing, bought a ranch
He said his last two weeks
been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her
window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patrón, 50 Cent
I bent the corner and seen
my bros gettin' rich
Signed another check for a
couple million on a jet
Swear to God, 2006, my sickest
dream was buyin' a 'Vette
Bought that shit and then I wrecked
and then I copped another one
Smoked forty-one, this your last
batch and I got more to come
Gettin' them bales up by the metric
ton, hit up feds or somethin'
Bought a Bentley with a credit
card, it's the blackened one
I got shows way in Hong Kong,
I'm the chosen one
You frozen tongue, you won't
say it twice, I'll greet
you with a gun, nigga
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