Young Thugs

She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in Yeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home) Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face? Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan Where your bitch at? No, not that one Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin' Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands On the island, no dressin' I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain? Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin' Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades Higher than a escalator any day I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade Damn, this might be coward day Yeah, this might be powder day Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns Nigga, you can shoot us, hey And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no And we the best, every time we come around Boy, they root for us, true And everybody hate Chris But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die All I want is that head and that ain't no lie Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin' These niggas vibe faker than a puppet