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lirik lagu young thug - pussy ass bitch

[verse 1: young thug]
pull up and wet up the city don’t care bout no feelings
i shoot at ya children
pull up and k!ll him don’t care bout no feelings
i pop out and shoot at the city
i’m cooking big birds and chickens
i pull up on tons of the tons of the midget
i’m going far as a star, you afraid of heights, the sky is my limit
your b-tch is sweet like a lemon
heeeeeeey, i’ma move you up to beverly but not the center
heeeeeeey, young thug gon bite that fish just like it’s tenders
the way i’ma give ya number to nare one of my members
hannah montana, banging a red bandana
ten thousand dollar toe ring right inside of my sandal
my b-tch [?]
she ride with the danner, she’ont give no f-ck bout no camera
she got her a lawyer, not goin to the slammer
plus she did trial in the phantom
ima pull up, leave it running i walk in the club don’t play i snuck the gun in
my b-tch think she dreaming cuz i grabbed the tommy she thought that i grabbed on my stomach
cook so much dope it’s startin’a look just like comet, it could make a young kid vomit
catch a d-mn ho hook her up to phonics, i’m speaking ironic

[hook: ferrari ferrel]
you ain’t nothing but a motherf-cking p-ssy -ss b-tch
a p-ssy -ss b-tch
lil fake lil stank -ss, p-ssy -ss b-tch
p-ssy -ss b-tch
i done ask around town and they say you a b-tch
old punk -ss
you done walk around the city with your head up high
p-ssy -ss b-tch
you ain’t nothing but a p-ssy
p-ssy -ss b-tch
you ain’t nothing but a p-ssy
p-ssy -ss b-tch
you ain’t nothing but a p-ssy -ss n-gga lil b-tch
you ain’t nuttin but a p-ssy
p-ssy -ss b-tch
punk -ss b-tch!

[verse 2: ferrari ferrel]
i’ma slide on a p-ssy -ss n-gga i don’t know y’all ride like o-dogg
bandana on my head, i’ma spit in your face
don’t make me motherf-cking go off
like pac, get you b-tch n-ggas from around me
got extendo
and that ak and tell you coward n-ggas to ground beef and i’m loaded
cause i’ma motherf-cking hustler any joint you talk about
n-gga my n-gga i sold it
hold up (what) all my n-ggas is soldiers
you a snake n-gga king cobra
and your main b-tches deep throat em’ ha ha
you f-cking you love her, you cuffing
i’m thugging with thugger, we both in the gutter
if your lil sister acting like a freak then i jump on your mover
‘ima young motherf-cker
and ain’t no n-gga in my squad ever been a b-tch made n-gga
and every n-gga that you hang with down to your b-tch

- lirik lagu young thug

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