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cost u - young thug lyrics

[intro: young thug]
ay man, we got dte troub’ in this muhf-cka, know what i’m sayin’
we got ysl duke, muhf-ckin’ slime boss thugga
we all love each other, you know
promise (goose got another one) slatt

[chorus: trouble & young thug]
sh-t, i lost another n-gg-, can’t control it
man i lost another n-gg-, i stay holdin’
i can’t f-ck with many n-gg-s, they be foolin’ no, flex
yeah, b-tch better jeep her feelings in control man
these n-gg-s better keep they feelings in control man
i only f-ck with gangsta n-gg-s who holdin’ no, flex
had to stop whippin’ cola, cause i couldn’t pay my lawyer
we not big as the law, but i wanna be bigger than [?]
if you play it’ll cost you, your new bed is a coffin
spend a mil’, get you slaughtered
in the woods where they found you

[post-chorus: young thug]
b-tches acknowledging me
my b-tches just following me
i come to your yard with some [?]
we pee on your log and your trees
the cook up, the cook up, the cook up
the cook up, the cook up, the cook up
the cook up, the cook up, the cook up
i cook up, the cook up, the cook up

[verse 1: young thug]
we whip up them babies, cook up them babies, just look up lil’ baby
i promise no lie, ice under my eye, enough with the lies
tyin’ ’em up, i’m ready to die, yeah b-tch, homicide
me and my b-tch bonnie and clyde
yeah, yeah
shoot at that boy with a silencer
money keep growing like a lavender
keep me away from
that’s the same sh-t that got bennie capped
pool party for the bad b-tches
we don’t f-ck around with no sad b-tches
first time on the plane, i first cl-ssed it
i wan’ put that d-ck in the back of it

[verse 2: lil duke]
boy i got it on me, watch how you talk to me
two racks for the shoes, got her watch how i walk in it
young n-gg- keep chasin’ them racks and i’m stalkin’ ’em
play with ysl or trouble, we offin’ ’em
peal out the lot with the thugga
look at the rear view for haters, we bust ’em
no we don’t cuff ’em or love ’em, we f-ck ’em
we d-ck ’em down and we give ’em to brothers
f-ck all that muggin’, i’m clutchin’
soon as you spot ’em, they rushin’
blowin’ on gas and i know the sh-t musty
all these lil’ b-tches pretty and they f-ckin’
f-ck the police what we screamin’
all in the condo, they swallowin’ s-m-n
gave the lil’ b-tch the d-ck, now she annoying
threesome with b-tches, they let us record it
suck on my brothers, get a honda accord
b-tch so bad, i might give her a lil’ boy
no regular degular, pull up in them toys
since i been rappin’ i been makin’ noise

- young thug lyrics

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