Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fifth Day Dead, artist - Young Thug. Date of issue: 14.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fifth Day Dead |
| Yeah |
| 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 |