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berettas (ice on my fist) - young thug lyrics

[chorus: young thug]
aim at the tee, donatello (yeah)
this ice on my fist, ain’t no metal (yeah)
coupe came equipped with beretta’s (yeah)
it’s locked in and i’m a lock deader (woah)
i keep a few sticks in the section
i got some bad hoes in my section
i’m too wavy got a selection
big gun on me, ain’t no suppression
i done made a better impression
i’ve been blowing gas, guess it’s not electric
i done f*cked up the charts, all the metrics
you done got you sum’ nice you ain’t catch it
i market that sp5der the best
got foreign b*tch nut on my chest
the new hoes i’m drivin’ have s*x
i told ’em i been in distress

[verse: gunna]
the foreign came through you hear it’s a motorsport
it must sucks i been getting paid child support
i just had my b*tch going to see resort
in that bentley it don’t got a key to start
ysl going up we on top of charts
only time i can sleep is when i pop a bar
my lil b*tch she a freak f*ck inside the car
tell her open her legs up, spread ’em wide apart
i been f*cking up the mainframe
gettin’ all you mad is just the main thing
used to be so lame, now the big body honking up both planes
used to be a no name, now shawty suck it till she got no brain
used to have no game, now i go into the club make the pole rain
i put my d*ck in her lips, whatever i got on it’s drip
i get her wet like a ship (ship)
run it up, thank god, gave me a gift (run it up)
we in [?] eat & swim like a fish, we spending [?] whenever i p*ss
if she mine then she gon’ get a gift
yeah, we too wavy, these n*ggas ain’t hip (wavy)
[chorus: young thug]
aim at the tee, donatello (yeah)
this ice on my fist, ain’t no metal (yeah)
coupe came equipped with beretta’s (yeah)
it’s locked in and i’m a lock deader (woah)
i keep a few sticks in the section
i got some bad hoes in my section
i’m too wavy got a selection
big gun on me, ain’t no suppression
i done made a better impression
i’ve been blowing gas, guess it’s not electric
i done f*cked up the charts, all the metrics
you done got you sum’ nice you ain’t catch it
i market that sp5der the best
got foreign b*tch nut on my chest
the new hoes i’m drivin’ have s*x
i told ’em i been in distress

- young thug lyrics

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