| Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit
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| All these bitches actin' like they never had shit
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| I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit
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| All these flawless diamonds, yeah they’re lookin' glassy
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| Catch that nigga slippin', I’m a do 'em nasty
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| Check out my attire, this expensive fabric
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| We can wrestle just like Randy Savage
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| My jewelry as cold as an attic
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| The kush that I smoke’ll blow your lungs out
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| I’m a walk in and clutch it like it’s a war house
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| All your bitches that’s busted, they live in your house
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| What goes up goes down, my nigga, north south
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| I done ran up them M’s without a tour now
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| She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now
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| These niggas thought that they knew it but they don’t know it now
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| I swear to God they’re pursuin' at all my shows now
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| Hopped out my bed and hopped right in a foreign
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| Bitch don’t get close, this a mothafuckin' warning
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| Suck that dick good, I’m the mothafuckin' warden
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| She runnin' away from my weed like it farted
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| She don’t wanna swallow so I put it on her neck
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| I beat that pussy up, she loud as a parade
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| I got 1 million but only 10 in the bank
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| I taste a sample, I only buy if it’s dank
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| I cook fishscale, and sang to her at the same time like Tank
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| I was born in '91, 23 with a whole lotta stain
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| 5 star mothafucka
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| Baby can you feel my pain?
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| All my diamonds need to be drained
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| I got a gangsta bitch that’s gon' bang
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| And I got racks up, I can’t complain
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| And all my dogs, they’re dirty, check for mange
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| And all I gotta do is reserve your brains
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| And I’m a gangsta, my nuts, they gone hang
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| Who said you was straight? |
| Boy you need to be retained
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| Took the Rollie off, put the Breitling back on
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| Walk in the room and I cut the lights on
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| Why you spending like that? |
| Cause I ain’t ever had shit
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| This that real nigga PaperWrap, YSL shit
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| Never loved a bitch but I love money
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| In the church payin' my tithes with drug money
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| Went and got a new plug, got mama a new house
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| And a couple new coupes, that’s how a young nigga live
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| Couple bitches, good weed that how a nigga chill
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| Top floor, penthouse, still crackin' seals
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| Them Houston niggas be like, «That young nigga trill»
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| Them New York niggas say that young nigga ill
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| My mama always told me dress to kill
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| My uncle always told me pack the steel
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| That nigga Thugger, that’s my mothafuckin' brotha
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| From a motherfuckin' other, I’m a show you how to make magic
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| The fuck is you mad at?
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| Got your bitch dancin' all in my spot with no panties
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| I said, «Bitch where your mothafuckin' man at?
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| Fuck that, where your friends at?"Dammit
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| Sold 50 p’s, hold it, have to bag it
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| That little bitch you lovin' on, I been had it
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| Pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty
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| Mama call all my big booty bitches trashy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Had It , by - Young Thug. Song from the album Barter 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп