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ski (remix) - young stoner life, young thug & gunna lyrics

[intro: young thug]
woo
(tsunami)
spider, s*x

[chorus: young thug]
yeah, yeah (woo)
yeah (woo), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

[verse 1: young thug]
the price i want for a show, you ‘gon need three promoters (woo)
i got the body from jim ellis, but i had switched the motor (skrrt)
i got these bad ass b*tches riding ’round this b*tch and they all the coldest (yeah)
i just told her make a store run (yeah)
i just bought all the trojans (yeah), yeah (yeah)
i told her stay out my mentions (yeah)
i told her stop telling everything she seen and told hеr, “meet me at the ritz” (let’s go)
i got baguеttes in the back of my ring and i wasn’t even tryna hit (tryna hit, yeah, yeah)
i told her she gotta run through the team before she can talk to the l!ck (‘fore she can talk to the, yeah)
lamb chop, i just pulled up in some food (skrrt, skrrt)
i told lil’ mama, “tie all my shoes” (my shoes)
showed her two million cash, now she woozy (woah)
twenty watches and i’m still snoozin’ (twenty)
i had came up out the trenches, then i had beat a few bodies like boosie (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woah, woah)
she said, “you murk ’em, i show you my coochie”
i had to sing to this b*tch like lil’ toosii (woo)
[chorus: young thug]
yeah, yeah (woo)
yeah, yeah (ski)
yeah, yeah (ski)
yeah, yeah (let’s go)

[post*chorus: young thug]
b*tch got a backwood on her nightstand, she must be f*ckin’ with gunna (yeah, yeah)
i f*ck with slatts and we come to eat rats and i came with some f*ckin’ piranhas (yeah)

[verse 2: kanye west]

[chorus: young thug]
(woo)
yeah, yeah (woo)
yeah, yeah (ski)
yeah, yeah (ski)
yeah, yeah (let’s go)

[verse 3: gunna & young thug]
all this biscotti i got in my ‘wood, need somebody grow me a tree (tree)
came out the hood, now my trunk got a hood, now i crank up the car with no keys
beat it, she for the street*neet*neets
only once, she got hit at the ‘spinini
i feel a lil’ rich this week, to influence my family to not be cheap (be cheap)
i tote an fn on me, call neechie*neech, it’s a glock he keep
duke rollin’ 60’s, he locked in c’s
we roll in that coupe with the bucket seats (bucket seats)
got out that mud like a football cleat
i used to trap out of that four*door jeep (four*door)
call up the plug and he know what i need (know what i need)
stay on her knees so we hardly speak (hardly speak, yeah)
i’m in new york counting shmoney (yeah)
ain’t the stuntman, but i’m stuntin’ (yeah)
wunna, these vibes wanna love me (yeah)
not wifey, and no lovey*dovey
[chorus: young thug]
(woo)
yeah, yeah (woo)
yeah, yeah (ski)
yeah, yeah (ski)
yeah, yeah (let’s go)

[post*chorus: gunna & young thug]
b*tch had an act’ stain on her jeans, i know she f*cking with thugger (yeah, yeah)
i f*ck with slatts and we come to eat rats, and i came with some f*ckin’ piranhas (yeah)

[outro]
(tsunami)

- young stoner life young thug gunna lyrics

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