Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gym, artist - Young Thug. Album song No Pen No Pad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Richhomiezent
Song language: English
Gym |
Gucci got it going on, bout to roll one a mile long |
Walking through Hell with gasoline drawers on |
Niggas saying the 'wop falling off, they got me all wrong |
Bullshit on top of bullshit, it get piled on |
I’m a OG, you better get your child, take your child home |
You’ll be long gone, all gone, no one to call on |
Big diamonds on my bezel, damn near bigger than rhinestones |
GuWop, 1017, 'nother milestone! |
(Hello, hello, hello, I’m painting everything red, no more yellow |
I’m pulling double headers, wish I never met her |
Rihanna, Umbrella, Gucci,, I’m like «fuck a Cinderella») |
Puchanella, Puchanella wearing cashmere sweater |
This year I’m doing better so my paint mo' wetter |
And she can’t trick you less you let her, my Jordans patent leather |
I want your bitch, I go get her, smashed her, now can’t get rid her |
Puchanella, Puchanella, give me that pussy, don’t let up |
I chase that paper, don’t let up (x2) |
Kiss that little girl one time, then I’ll never let her let up |
Kiss that little baby one fucking time, then I’ll never let up |
100k spent on my rings, 100k spent on my jeans |
100k spent on my…, 100k, throwed on her spleen |
100k, fucked all her team, 100k spent on her… |
100k spray through my team, we chase paper, Charlie Sheen |
I guess them bezzie, my wife, done slaughtered them |
I’m not Casino but I just be killing it, killing it, killing it |
The bitch say she wanna fuck on Young Thug because he the real-i-est |
Ah! |
Bitch, I’m attending the party, these niggas are jeal-i-ous |
I done po’d a eight inside a fo', I’m po’d (slow up) |
I done spent my last thousand with mojo |
I’m so easy to rob, I’m always at the store |
I could treat her like cray cause I keep big ol' bowls |
Ah, she got that «come back», she got that «hum-tam» |
She got that Bill Clinton, she got that YSL |
She got that «skrr-skrr», she got that «ooh-wee» |
She got that bomb, lady, she say I’m ugly |