| [Intro: Young Thug]
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| Uh
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| Uh
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| DJ Carnage times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?
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| Thugger times DJ Carnage, you know what I'm sayin'?
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| You know what I'm sayin' nigga?
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| Ya dig? |
| Ya dig?
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| [Chorus: Young Thug]
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| I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
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| We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
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| This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
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| I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
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| Player, oh you the homie
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| If you didn't tell then you the homie
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| If you got bail, then you the homie
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| If you not stale, then you the homie
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| Grew up with criminals, scandalous
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| Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
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| I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
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| These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
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| [Verse 1: Young Thug]
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| Put that fuckboy on the newspaper
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| In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
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| Fuck nigga, try me at any angle
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| I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
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| Boy, you gon' turn him into an angel?
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| Fuck yeah, turn him to an angel
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| Don't come around with the anger
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| You know everybody having bangers
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| If a pussy nigga play with me
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| Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
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| I can get you whacked real easy
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| You are not a Power Ranger, you a stranger
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| Pussy nigga you're no danger
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| Gangster bitch with me, she'll spank ya
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| Swear to god all I gotta do is point one finger
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| She'll close range ya, hah
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| Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga slow it down
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| RIP to Troupe, pour it out
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| You want me dead but I can't ever die
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| They livin' false, but I can never lie
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| Mob baby, baby I got ties
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| I want chicken wings on the side
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| You got higher dreams when you fly
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| Until then you're never near the sky
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| [Chorus: Young Thug]
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| I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
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| We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
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| This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
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| I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
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| Player, oh you the homie
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| If you didn't tell then you the homie
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| If you got bail, then you the homie
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| If you not stale, then you the homie
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| Grew up with criminals, scandalous
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| Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
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| I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
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| These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
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| [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
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| You was the plug, then you the homie
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| You never tell, then you the homie
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| You know it's nothin' but shooters on me
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| Them niggas know and never movin' on me
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| I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
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| Look like I got the computers on me
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| I'ma get back at your stupid ass
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| We gon' whack you to better the sooner homie
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| I be fucking your Wednesday crush
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| I'm with that bitch and she droolin' on me
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| All of that shit be made up
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| I'm poppin' and they makin' up rumors on me
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| She gon' jump on this dick and manuever on me
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| I'ma cut her a check and she gon' do it for me
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| Even though my lil' bitches be used to money
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| Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money nigga, woah
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| [Bridge: Young Thug]
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| I took the bales out in the rainy weather
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| This a eight passeng' jet, this is not propeller
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| I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, German Sheppard, uh
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| Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready to Bobby, Whitney
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| Can't let you go outside, I just cannot let you dig it
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| [Chorus: Young Thug]
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| I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
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| We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
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| This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
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| I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
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| Player, oh you the homie
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| If you didn't tell then you the homie
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| If you got bail, then you the homie
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| If you not stale, then you the homie
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| Grew up with criminals, scandalous
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| Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
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| I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
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| These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
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| [Outro: Young Thug]
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| Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'?
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| With some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch
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| Know what I'm sayin', with my tattoos on my toes too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'?
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| Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all hundreds
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| Blue cheese, no ranch
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| How you dig that, know what I'm sayin'
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| Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
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| With a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel
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| It's YSL slime shit
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| You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
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| Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Homie , by - Young Thug. Song from the album Young Martha, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп