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can't tell - young thug lyrics

[intro: young thug]
eh
can’t tell, yeah

[hook: young thug]
n-gg-s say they f-ck with you, i can’t tell, $500,000 chevelle
i got bricks and birds for retail, i got 100,000 worth of belts
these b-tches and these n-gg-s know that they can’t play around here
i call the spot elementary cause i keep a k around here
all my aces if you play they make you grady baby
i might shoot you in your head and then it’s no more thinking
p-ssy boy i’ll leave you dead and call it dead-ication
i put act inside my drink, they call it medication

[verse 1: t.i.]
hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up, ounces in a soda
push up on your b-tch and shawty i didn’t even know her
see this hood i throw up, realest one i ever seen
atl, call it xxl, cause we stay spittin’ sh-lls outta long magazine
real n-gg- got a crown, better own that thing
if the game got a throne, bet i’m on that thing
beloved dope dealer and a well known king
and a k!ller ‘pending on how you put your spin on things
you know how many suckers get ahead i’ve seen?
bout the same amount of p-ssy n-gg-s dead i’ve seen
you know how many b-tches in the bed i’ve seen?
that like asking me how much bread i’ve seen
more than enough, in god we trust
you love a real n-gg-s then f-ck with us
but if you got a problem with it then f-ck with us
it be ashes to ashes, dust to dust
got your b-tch riding everything but the bus
she let me put it everywhere but the b-tt
i always tell the b-tch don’t talk so much
she said “who i’m hidin’ from? what the f-ck, for what?”

[verse 2: young thug]
man i’m leanin’ so bad
i can’t do a push up for a million
(lean, lean, lean, lean, lean)
catch a n-gg- baby mama
make her give me nothing but ceiling (head)
never had time to rap and cap
and dap these tramps, my ice a lamp
i can’t adapt, i’d rather slap
i rather pop his cap and naps
his mom, his aunt, his dad, his cat
2004 i was screaming everything gucci, no big cat
and we was skatin’ up, ridin’ with the k’s
shootin’ at all these big racks
f-ck a officer, akon what it do bruh?
keep these f-ckin’ hoes off of you
when you get some new money turn new or
you gon’ wish you would’ve, could’ve (waaaay)
sit down and get rich like a booker
might drop the top up off it
if i don’t get into the helicopter
feeling like i’m on a blue dolphin
n-gg- ridin’ round with like h-lla choppers
every time i need new surgery i gon’ call up my head doctor
5 more thousands cause she ain’t got no head problems
(she the best, she the best)
yeah, all my n-gg-s they be bleedin’ n-gg-
they ain’t gon’ never cheat a n-gg-
pop a watermelon any season, n-gg-
i’ma bag her every time i see her, n-gg-
fishing hoes with my hook
pockets all swollen, no book
gl-sses on, she don’t know how i look (nerdy, nerdy)
since i’m on how the f-ck do i look? (i’m on, i’m on)
you ain’t got no milli, you can’t tell me how i look
i’m a big old blood over here, i’m suge

[verse 3: boosie badazz]
you ain’t read the paper, you ain’t seen the news
got a team of goons bout action
never start it, but i finish it so nasty
ask em, they know bout me
i’m so keyshia with the 9, rock a bye baby
so smooth, so fly baby, rock a bye baby
let me turn up now, 4 shows a week
100 thousand a piece, we getting bread now
mama don’t worry bout nothin’
you can kick up your legs now
i ain’t lying, got hitters on top of hitters
got hitters on top of hitters
rest in peace to my n-gg- lil bleek
i miss you, i miss you n-gg-
just tryna live and have a lil fun n-gg-
nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond n-gg-
i got fans that bust yo -ss, you talk bout boosie baby
got off my -ss, went got that bag and boosie made it
hate that, n-gg-

- young thug lyrics

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