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lirik lagu young thug - blue jean bandit (remix)

[intro: young thug]
wow, jeff
sizzle, know what i’m sayin’?
hee

[chorus: young thug]
quarter-million dollar on a pinkie ring (woo, yeah)
jordan zimmerman diamonds in my ring, man (woo, yeah, yeah)
stop bus tramming at my ring (wow)
pull up, that b-tch, quarter-mil’ exchange (ah)
bloodsucker (yeah), human k!ller, what up? (yeah)
cap peelers, what up? (yeah)
drug dealers, what up? (yeah)
draped in the gucci rug (woah)
i was a codeine addict (codeine)
had a lil’ b-tch, a ratchet (brrt)
i was a blue jean bandit (woah), yeah

[verse 1: young thug]
wake up out my sleep and pop a pill, what up? (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
half a million, told my jeweler my ice is real, what up? (what up?)
anything i say i can say twice, what up? (what up?)
i talk nasty to the cops, i know my rights, what up? (what up?)
the b-tch mad that she got lonely nights, what up? (what up?)
i laid on and caught that b-tch like jerry rice, what up? (what up?)
peter piper pepper, i made her nice, what up? (yeah)
wetter, wetter, wetter, wetter, wetter, wetter (wetter, wetter, yeah, yeah)
hop off a pill, pour a half of codeine (yeah)
i got bright red flags, i’m a king (king)
i seen real bl–dy mary’s in my dreams (dreams)
got a bright red flag, it’s supreme, yeah (‘preme)
can’t touch my dingaling, yeah (can’t touch my dingaling)
drag racing in that [?] (drag racing, yeah)
quarter mil’ for a ring (quarter mil’ for a ring, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ask the critics, they’ll tell you i’m top ten

[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
i come from the trenches, n-ggas mad i came up (they p-ssed)
brought all my n-ggas with me, i didn’t leave ’em stuck (i didn’t)
don’t know why you ask for smoke, man you turn ’round and nada (you p-ssy)
ap, audemars on my wrist look like some gl-ss broke up (splash, yeah)
when it come to that paper, i’m a fiend, i’m an addict (i’m addict)
this sh-t was just a dream, now i’m wakin’ up in mansion (woo)
rose gold patek, i’m a savage livin’ lavish (i am)
and i f-ck her with a [?]
poppin’ the [?]
two twin glocks, they side me (twins)
lame n-ggas tried to trap me (woah)
i put his -ss on rip (bah, bah)
you can get hit for lookin’ suspicious
diamonds wet, they could wash the dishes
i threw a bag on a ring (wing)
and i be fly like wings (fly, uh, yeah)

[verse 3: future]
quarter-million dollar on a pinkie ring (woo, yeah)
money stack tall, i’m neat frik (woo)
benz coupe, what up?
lamborghini, what up?
[?], what up?
f-ck a crew, what up?
pink coat, drippin’ in a mink coat
[?] diamonds and the vvs
patek, water, on your wrist it’s fidji
go shopping in chanel ’til you sleepy
diamonds on the jet, woo
diamonds on your neck, woo
diamonds and rolex
p-ssy good in bed
i got diamonds on my d-ck
diamonds in the [?]
diamonds in my t–th
n-gga diamonds on my watch

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