abracadabra - young thug lyrics
[chorus: young thug]
abracadabra
diamonds blingin’, you can’t see me like i’m casper (yeah)
take these b*tches to four seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
every motherf*ckin’ season, i get better (woah, yeah)
need a ladder ’cause my money in the nosebleed (yeah)
all this gold on me lookin’ like a trophy (yeah)
you from opp business, you don’t know me (yeah)
your b*tch ridin’ my d*ck like she owe me (yeah, yeah)
first l!ck i ever hit was for a rollie
i put his nikes on my kids like a goalie
she seen the drip and let me hit it like ginóbili
and i been lookin’ ’round the city since a shorty (woo)
ha, ha (woo, woo)
ha, ayy
[verse 1: young thug]
mistress, mistress, tell me who my mistress is
who the f*ck is the creator of this drippin’ sh*t?
got all these b*tches on my d*ck, and yeah, they milkin’ sh*t
n*ggas ain’t doubled, doubled down ’cause we drippin’ sh*t
just a diamond in the rough
i got a bag, i’m not gon’ tussle
got sick and tired of showin’ my muscle
i’m ’bout to take these n*ggas’ ho
i’m makin’ sure they missing
um, listen, i was littin’
she shut up and catch a drip*drip
i got implants, not no fillings
gucci, louis shoes and fendi
made a million, i was straight up off a titty
ha, ha (woo, woo)
[chorus: young thug]
abracadabra
diamonds blingin’, you can’t see me like i’m casper (yeah)
take these b*tches to four seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
every motherf*ckin’ season, i get better (woah, yeah)
need a ladder ’cause my money in the nosebleed (yeah)
all this gold on me lookin’ like a trophy (yeah)
you from opp business, you don’t know me (yeah)
your b*tch ridin’ my d*ck like she owe me (yeah)
first l!ck i ever hit was for a rollie
i put his nikes on my kids like a goalie
she seen the drip and let me hit it like ginóbili
and i been lookin’ ’round the city since a shorty (woo)
ha, ha (woo, woo)
ha, ayy
[verse 2: travis scott]
abracadabra (woo)
way the wock’ disappear in my shasta (yeah)
way i poof to the crib down from nasa (yeah)
she pull up, drink all my red, think she dracula
benz mexican, make it faster (skrrt)
way i drive the body, i can’t crash her
way we left the room was a disaster (skrrt)
she like her body plastic, her walls plastered
come like money, cover her all in the proceeds
got a patek that say, “b,” this sh*t cost millies
in a second, man decided turn to billi’
can’t split this fifty*fifty with you, b*tch, you silly (let’s go)
i ain’t gon’ front, i been back at it
i ain’t tryna– (phew, phew, phew), don’t need no ins
please lock it down with speeds, rollin’ with the clique
me, i make the magic with the brown one with the hips, yeah
[chorus: young thug]
abracadabra
diamonds blingin’, you can’t see me like i’m casper (yeah)
take these b*tches to four seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
every motherf*ckin’ season, i get better (woah, yeah)
need a ladder ’cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah)
all this gold on me lookin’ like a trophy (yeah)
you from opp business, you don’t know me (yeah)
your b*tch ridin’ my d*ck like she owe me (yeah)
first l!ck i ever hit was for a rollie
i put his nikes on my kids like a goalie
she seen the drip and let me hit it like ginóbili
and i been lookin’ ’round the city since a shorty (woo)
ha, ha (woo, woo)
ha, ayy (we got london on the track)
[outro]
woo (metro)
ha, ha (woo, woo)
ha, ayy
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