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lirik lagu young thug - closing arguments

[intro]
yeah
see, you can’t compare no n~gga to– you can’t compare no n~gga to me, bro, you know?
n~ggas real rats around this motherf~cker, you dig what i’m sayin’?
yeah, n~gga, i did what i did
tryin’ my best to help my motherf~ckin’ brother get out the situation he was in, n~gga
i have no regrets for it, facts, spider
but don’t get it confused, n~gga, don’t get it f~cked up, n~gga
ain’t no rat in me at all, kid
i’d rather die than tell on a n~gga, for real, for real
only thing i regret is ever in my life f~ckin’ with y’all f~ck n~ggas, bruh, f~ck all y’all suckers, p~ssies
and it’s a big difference between me and y’all
y’all n~ggas pointing n~ggas out and say they did thе crime, n~gga
i said he didn’t, you dig?
yeah, spidеr

[verse]
pull up to your house like the mailman, n~gga (go)
they hit everything (woo), plus the trashcans, n~gga (huh)
back to back to back like et cetera, n~gga (huh)
please don’t hit the mailbox, it’s federal, n~gga (huh)
keep a big jet at the clearport, buddy (keep a big)
my shoes dirty, cup dirty, both muddy, buddy (both of ’em)
hidin’ in the house, they gon’ get your cous’, buddy (shot)
my brother livin’ life for me (woo), that’s love, buddy (ha)
p~ssy, you k!lled a kid, that ain’t steppin’ (that ain’t steppin’, p~ssy)
p~ssy, you tryna change, okay, reverend (you tryna change now)
you got tss on your shoes, them giuseppes (real slime)
you shot back when they pulled off, that ain’t happen (that ain’t happen, p~ssy)
yeah, strip her ’til her drawers turn backwards (yeah)
free my bro~bro ’til it’s backwards (woo)
steppin’ and tellin’, that’s backwards (ha)
shop before you f~ck, that’s backwards (backwards)
lyin’ on your d~ck, that’s backwards (yeah)
ten rounds on a stick, that’s backwards (what)
n~gga play with this sh~t, they won’t cap ’em (cap)
i was tellin’ ’em i’m not just a rapper (b~st~rd)
i don’t want smoke with a rapper (skrrt)
horses in the lamb’, what happened?
hit her from the back, i’m her master (master)
mink on her toes, alaska (spyda)
yes, i’m from the three, but i do sh~t where other n~ggas be
i’m a big dog with my own, but i like other n~ggas’ treats (woo)
yeah, gunna a rat, yak a rat
slug a rat, woody rat
f~ck that n~gga obama, he still mad ’bout baby mama (you mad?)
slimelife shawty, make sure you put down your forty (p~ssy)
dk? okay, sh~t, he gay, hey
i would say i’m stepping but that’s cliché, hey
n~ggas thought they left me (what?), then we beat the case, hey
dawgie, you a motherf~ckin’ b~tch (b~tch)
if you wasn’t a n~gga twin, they would’ve tried to squish your kids (p~ssy)
p~ssy (p~ssy, p~ssy, wussy), yeah (p~ssy)
if a n~gga like buddy k!lled me, god gotta give me another chance (god)
they gave fourteen n~ggas hits, it only cost three hundred bands (woo)
all this money on me now (what?), i d~mn near need three pair of pants (sh~t)
i ain’t going back and forth (no), i’d rather go tit for tat (let’s go)
i ain’t tryna find no parking spot, i’d rather keep on spinnin’ (spin)
if you k!ll one of my dawgs, sh~t, i’d rather never end it (huh)
n~gga get your homie touched and it won’t cost me jcpenneys (woo)
out the window in the rolls like i’m tired of seeing stars
i done went to buyin’ h~llcats, i’m tired of all these foreigns
she done slapped another b~tch out like i’m tired of all these broads
told my lawyer, “speed the process up, i’m tired of all these charges” (woo, woo)
n~gga mad that i ain’t payin’ for his lawyer, he gon’ be aight (yeah)
i made deals with the warden, i don’t need a kite, huh (yeah, yeah)
i can walk on any street (what?), sh~t, i don’t need a bike, huh (spider)
bought a ring and engraved, i done found my wife
thugga mane laflare, i had more hoes than i got hair (baby)
i hope every rat go campin’ and get ate by a bear (god)
skeeted in her face, she clean it off just like nair (huh)
my last day of trial felt like playin’ truth or dare
we on the back burner
b~tch, i’m out the trenches, i got a fat mama
i was whippin’ foreigns ‘fore i had learners
the ‘rari got a whistle like a football game, yeah
i tried to tell her not to leave
and now she solo in my sheets (taurus)
my homie traded for a freak
and i gave ’em everything they need
at night i cry myself to sleep
gotta wake up and change my sheets
i wear my heart outside my sleeve
she yellin’ free me ’til i’m free
how i get more love from a freak
than i get from n~ggas that grew up in the streets with me? (taurus)
some of my cars got stolen, they f~cked up my fleet
but i’ll be okay, y’all ain’t f~ckin’ with my sleep
your b~tch been f~ckin’ ball players like you ain’t a team, twin
like you ain’t score a hundred points 2013, twin
your new sh~t bossed up in and every one of your dreams, twin
my shoes brand new, but somehow i’m still leanin’
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[outro]
yeah, uh
yeah, uh
yeah, uh, uh

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