| Ricky Racks
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| Uh, uh, uh
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| Thugger Thugger
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| I rock water like a fuckin' whale
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| Drug got expenses like a fuckin' bill
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| I like girls, I’m a fuckin' male
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| Nigga movin' slower than a snail, watch me
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| Overdosin', overdosin', overdosin', overdosin'
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| Overdosin', overdosin' (Yeah)
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| Overdosin', overdosin', overdosin', overdosin'
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| Overdosin', overdosin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| The walls are closin', I’m overdosin'
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| I’m cookin' some fish, she put on some lotion
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| I’m stackin' that money, I want it the oldest
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| Bitch, I am a warrior, you know that it’s in me
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| I’m hangin' with players, you know that I’m pimpin'
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| My son is suspended, can’t ride in the Bentley
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| What’s wrong these birds? |
| These birds are trippin'
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| Four thousand on shoe strings, you know I ain’t trippin'
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| One minute I swerve, baby, call them birds
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| Tell it right to her face, put that dick in her life today
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| Thugger bring 'em Benjis to the T
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| I don’t need a door to hand over them keys
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| Have a white T look like Miskeen
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| Batter up, polo, saddle up, football tackle, hut
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| Pussy nigga, caterpillar, Stuart Little, hike
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| Get fresh, diamonds everywhere, styled by, my Ike
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| Paris Hilton, Master P Miller, big C member
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| Overdosin', overdosin', overdosin', overdosin'
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| Overdosin', overdosin' (Sheesh)
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| Overdosin', overdosin', overdosin', overdosin'
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| Overdosin', overdosin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I OD, ODB, dirty nose, cocaín'
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| Neck, ears, wrist, fingers, Aquafina, wreck the Bentley
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| Bought the Vette, had wreck in that, growin' green like a Chia Pet
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| Bought a condominium just to smoke in it 'til I vomit and I’m so honest
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| London just walked in I’m like, «Goddamn, man, I miss my bro» (London on the
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| Track)
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| Your bitch just walked out with Young Thug, now you like, «Damn I miss my hoe»
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| (Give her back)
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| I’m the type of nigga that nut on her back end
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| You the type of nigga that can’t miss that hoe
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| You the type of nigga that kiss her in the mouth after she drank my Olay, ohh
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| Drink it, drink it, cop a new coupe, yeah, sank it, sank it
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| Hundred bands ain’t a damn thang, I’ma spread it out, need to pay, pay
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| Catch me riding with your main thing, I’ma feed her bands, no cuff links
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| I can even say the same thing, my fans geeked up, they on the same page
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| Overdosin', overdosin', overdosin', overdosin'
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| Overdosin', overdosin' (Sheesh)
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| Overdosin', overdosin', overdosin', overdosin'
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| Overdosin', overdosin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back in the Days , by - Young Thug. Song from the album Young Rich Homie Thuggin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп