Young Thug

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Young Thug

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Fuck I just can't keep up
And it's cause I love you both, aye
And don't you ever ever think about
Treating me the worst way cause I love you both, aye
I'm still running 'round this bitch thugging
I'm still running 'round this bitch dirty
I'm still running 'round this bitch busting
Can't believe I ain't gave it up yet
We gon' leave a nigga head on today
We gon' leave a nigga neck on his chest
Got myself saying fuck a nigga bitch
Can't believe it
Can't believe I ain't gave it up yet

For this cash ain't no difference (lit)
On his head like a Mitchell & Ness
Went to bed with a bitch then she text
Yeah this cash make her different
Burberry bag on my back
You're a plain Honda Civic lil bitch
The fuck is you doing with the cash
Gon' end up missing bitch
We letting off sticks at your car
Hah, ya digg
We spazz on yo ass like you down with the law
Pull up the Bentley, the choppa be whole little bitty boy
Pull up with stacks
I got more money than you and your whole little squad
Touching them babies, hah
Do 'em the worst way, hah
Keep acting crazy, do no more hear or say
How many chickens gon' lay an egg, I need some rackades
I stack up some green like Saint Patrick's day
Imma try but

I can't keep up, hey!
I care for you both, aye!
So don't you ever ever think about
Treating me the worst way cause I love you both, hey!
Still in the streets thugging, yeah
I'm still in the streets thugging, yeah
I'm still in the streets thugging, yeah
Can't believe I ain't gave it up yet
I'm still in the streets thugging, yeah
I'm still in the streets busting, yeah
I'm still in the streets dirty, yeah
Can't believe it
Can't believe I ain't gave it up yet

Can't believe it, still can't believe it
If you play I want your hand that you roll with, better get your feet, yeah
Nigga playing with a G man whole lot of G's in the key yeah
In the VIP with your bitch and a whole lot of freaks sucking dick yeah
Nigga playing with my man pop his trunk get the wam make him eat that
Niggas dripping got two Cuban links with a Jeffery on the v-neck
That's some real drip, nigga, heat that or eat that and defeat that
Better have you a dick 'cause you can't keep me in check

Boy, you can't keep up
Yeah, show me love
Won't somebody give a fuck?
Because I can't keep up
I can't keep up
Don't you ever try to mistreat me, baby
Do me wrong, yeah
Don't you ever do that to the Thugger
Because I love you both

Still in the streets and I'm thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', yeah, yeah
Still in the streets, nigga bustin', bustin', bustin', yeah, yeah
Still in the streets, nigga dirty, dirty, dirty, yeah, yeah
Still in the streets drinking dirty, dirty, dirty, yeah, yeah
Still in the streets drinking muddy, muddy, muddy, yeah, yeah
Still in the streets with them birds flying south and north, yeah
Still in the streets with them thugs boutta thuggin yeah, yeah
Still in the muhfuckin' streets
(RIP Street)
Still in the muhfuckin' streets
(RIP Street)
Still in the muhfuckin' streets
(Got a bankroll, nigga, RIP Street)
Still in the muhfuckin' streets, streets
Still in the streets, streets
Wheezy on the beat

fuente: musica.com disquito - musica.com

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