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who - dj esco lyrics

[intro: future]
foreign cars everywhere
bad b-tches everywhere, take the tool everywhere
we make this money everywhere
everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
these n-gg-s straight outta the hood
they goin’ to paris
that whip that we whippin’ exotic
these b-tches exotic on gas

[hook: young thug]
pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
and i’m gettin’ trailed by a foreign broad
i’m livin’ life like an avatar
i got a stick when i pull up on y’all
who the f-ck think i’m a sucka?
who the f-ck think i won’t pull up and let loose?
i got three b-tches with me
i’ma pull up on bleveland, they gon’ f-ck the crew
who gonna stop me now? who’s gonna stop me now?
who’s gonna stop me, boy? who?
i can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
just in case you can tie shoes
how many times have i told you
if you don’t f-ck everyone that’ll be rude?
how many times have i told you
to bring me me bags and you could be cool

[verse 1: future]
check gang
let’s have a moment of silence for n-gg-s ain’t ’round with us
doin’ bookin’, come through
splash on n-gg-s, on the gas on n-gg-s
in milan eatin’ fettuccine
front row with the fashion show n-gg-s
f-ck around and go buy a lamborghini
i’m goin’ nascar on n-gg-s
puffin’ on the la la
i’ve been the fly guy when n-gg-s rocked izod
i’m movin’ chickens like popeye
old money, new money
n-gg- never gettin’ old, threw a young n-gg- rock
cookin’ up the raw dope right now
cookin’ up the raw dope right now
used to break down a whole ounce
i used to break down a whole ounce
i gotta weigh the money up now
it’s takin’ too long for me to count
decisions, decisions
you f-ckin’ with me, that’s a head on collision
them macs and them tecs and them fn’s, them 9s
we hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind
n-gg- this avatar
aye the young thug goin’ brazy, young thug goin’ brazy!

[verse 2: young thug]
hannah montana! bangin’ in red bandanas, blatt, blatt!
they wanna f-ck on me cause i get choppas with ammo
n-gg-s gon’ hate on me cause i’m at the top with bro though
oooh! head honcho, hold up, kick in your mom door, shoot with the 4 4
h-ll is you doin’?
hold up, wait, i can’t breathe, n-gg-
half a mil’ i done took on my street, n-gg-
all white, thug fit, i won’t eat, n-gg-
run off with them keys, i won’t see them n-gg-s
geeked up but the money geek
i run bands up on another street
best stylist in the world can’t dress me
keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me
i keep racks and all of my n-gg-s gon’ eat
i keep racks and all of my n-gg-s gon’ eat
where’s tar? man i need me some xans
i just left the beach and i’m having all the sand

[hook: young thug]
pull up in, in a foreign car
and i’m gettin’ trailed by a foreign broad
i’m livin’ life like an avatar
i got a stick when i pull up on y’all
who the f-ck think i’m a sucka?
who the f-ck think i won’t pull up and let loose?
i got three b-tches with me
i’ma pull up on bleveland, they gon’ f-ck the crew
who gonna stop me now? who’s gonna stop me now?
who’s gonna stop me, boy? who?
i can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
just in case you can tie shoes
how many times have i told you
if you don’t f-ck everyone that’ll be rude?
how many times have i told you
to bring me me bags and you could be cool

- dj esco lyrics

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