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rastafari - young thug & gunna lyrics

[intro: young thug]
came a long way from the neigbourhood and its all good, hmm
thank you rastafari you get lots of money
and if you dead there ain’t no fun
(???)

[verse 1: young thug]
boogers in my ear booger boogers in my ears
boogers for her tears, i bought ice i don’t do well
she say she don’t fear so i put it in her rear
bring it to me then your lucky like a cloth of (???)
rich n*gga sh*t deli on the peri
lay with (???) f*ck around get buried
foreigns green and i wasn’t even buried
put that p*ssy on ice like its f*cking dery
we getting real money baby, wе getting real money darling
wе getting real money baby, we getting real money darling, yeah
we getting real money darling, we getting real money darling
[verse 2: young thug & gunna]
you should know, i got way too much bodies try to call
you should know, i got way too many motherf*cking vibes
you should know, i’m putting frog eyes on all my tires
you should know, i got the best size i can’t disguise
you should know, i got the chest way where she flying
you should know, i tint the window like i’m just that guy
you should know, i took the top off like homicides
you should know, i’m in the kitchen i’m cooking pie who that tho
you can call me racist cause if she ain’t no bad b*tch
she never get locked in, no only cabinet way too many rocks in it
feel like a daddy kids taught me milly rocking
i can f*ck the static yea wet him up no mop
money long as a caddy and i’m banging red socks
actavis and zest make my x’es lean back
hammers on deck you f*ck around get detoxed
litty litty litty b*tches singing your songs
diamonds on and they clean no pine*sol
mink on me i’m bout to turn to king kong
(???)
hitters on me they bout to bring back your charm
i came straight from being bad real one
i can’t think of no dub all hunnids
i got 32 slugs all of em, all of em ,all of em
(instrumental playing)
we getting to the money darling, we getting real money baby
we getting to the money darling
we getting to the money baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
everytime i think about you i’m gon text you
just because you said i call you way too much
take the rubber off and skeet it on your b*tt
mix with a couple races sh*t i guess we having much
soon as i got my money i buy her a bigger b*tt
get it back out the clutch get it back out the sl*t
take it right out her mouth and then put it right in her b*tt
take it out the saran and then hide right in the cut
trappin out the store i got my bomb in the woods
rob em broad day and give it back to his hood
every game i attend i sit my ass on the wood
i don’t do vacation lets get this understood
bout to bring back (???) 50 thou in the book
leave a p*ssy n*gga naked feed his dawgs to the crew
she don’t wan be friends with y’all she just watching me cook
i got my eyes on your barbie and she helping me look
[outro: gunna & young thug]
feeling like a wutang you can be my boo thing
i’m feeling like a wutang yeah you can be my boo thing
you can be my boo thing yee, yee, yeah
you can be my boo thing yee, yee, yeah
you can be my boo thing
came a long way from the neighbourhood and its all good

- young thug gunna lyrics

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