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Up - Young Thug
Wheezy what the f**k brackin' ni**a
I might need be el be for this one
You dig
Whoa we tore up
I'm like 'baby don't throw up' if she ever hit the ground
Young thug not pickin' her up you can quicker picker up
Cause I'm a blood pass me my bup
Try'na come around for help but you gon' what
End up suckin' nothing but dick like whoa
Baby girl gon' stay and drop it no steps but I promise I go up
Girl what up I'm like baby this what's up
She under me like a rug can't go up yep
Trick b**ch pull up on me try'na get these digits
How the f**k I love when I never like em ooh
B**ch I am a genie I got hoes in magic city
Even when it's rented president tinted
I need an Aaliyah she gon' rock all on my boat
My chain small but only my w**d make me choke
Hey come here baby girl I want that amateur throat
And when I get through I pass it to all of my folks
Damn they got my name on the coke
Blackjack got me winning by the boats
Shoot dice ni**a five deuce four tre
And my w**d orange like a f**kin' cantaloupe
She f**k me then smile in your face all she ever say is oh yeah
Ooh baby girl pull up and give top no lotion she like olay
Hey I don't like 'em black no spades no way
And I only tell her to hurry and wait
Whoa we tore up
I'm like 'baby don't throw up' if she ever hit the ground
Young thug not pickin' her up you can quicker picker up
Cause I'm a blood pass me my bup
Try'na come around for help but you gon' what
End up suckin' nothing but dick like whoa
Baby girl gon' stay and drop it no steps but I promise I go up
Girl what up I'm like baby this what's up
She under me like a rug can't go up yep
B**ches comin' round the f**king gangsta think they stupid
Pull up in the trenches smoking loud like a dually
And I know I am the best b**ch how you do this
And I pulled up on your b**ch and the children
Damn what the f**k is going on I am gone so gone
I just spent a band on cologne I am on so on
And my neighbors call my thick misses Texas roni
They was watchin' me back in the days like a Sony promise
I just bought my son a Bentley for his 'port card
All my b**ches coming foreign plus they head on
These lil' b**ches try'na compete then they dead wrong
I'm act just like I'm sleep but I'm dead on
Whoa we tore up
I'm like 'baby don't throw up' if she ever hit the ground
Young thug not pickin' her up you can quicker picker up
Cause I'm a blood pass me my bup
Try'na come around for help but you gon' what
End up suckin' nothing but dick like whoa
Baby girl gon' stay and drop it no steps but I promise I go up
Girl what up I'm like baby this what's up
She under me like a rug can't go up yep
