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jonesboro - young thug lyrics

[intro: young thug & 21 savage]
man, f*ck that, f*ck that
metro in this b*tch goin’ brazy (yeah)

[chorus]
comin’ out of jonesboro south (ayy)
n*gga havin’ golds all through they mouth, yeah
lifetime goals (woo), runnin’ through the roof (wha’?)
pullin’ out the ghost (grah), make a n*gga poof (grah)
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t but what is it to do?
i knew his big homie, n*gga, and i got the proof (woo)
my spot is a army base and i got the proof (what up?)
send my b*tch on vacay, put her in a coupe

[verse]
change the channel, i don’t wanna see none these p*ssy n*ggas (nah)
i’ve been f*ckin’ n*ggas’ b*tches and gettin’ plenty figures
on the road to riches and got the realest with us
slaughter gang wit’ me, n*gga, knives, not a scissors
street n*gga with a bunch of lives like a tiger (yeah)
y’all n*ggas just a bunch of dyk*s f*ckin’ n*ggas
n*gga told and hе was my homie, i can’t miss him
ain’t n0body feel him
tell me what you seen, what you saw
i donе ran it up, i’m guessin’ which broad
i’ma take her home tonight
i’m tryna see who i’m takin’ home tonight
i seen a jawn gettin’ shot at the light (yeah*yeah)
they got to arguin’ over new crack pipe (yeah*yeah*yeah)
i call the seamstress, my pants ain’t tight enough
none of my b*tches tell me i’m not man enough
what the f*ck wrong with these broke*ass n*ggas? yeah (yeah)
i told ’em, “tear it down”
i’ma thank you, pocket watchin’, don’t look at my pants now
my diamonds louder than the f*ckin’ ambulance now
asked the b*tch from the sidelines, “stand down”
runnin’ through the projects, duckin’ all the frauds, yeah
got a nine in my pocket and not in my drawls (woah*woah*woah)
take off like a rocket with thirteen broads (yeah)
it’s in the attic, put the racks in the walls (yeah)
no need to talk to me, i’m big dawg (yeah)
i roll the windows up (yeah) and now they knowin’ us
i’m no beginner, yeah, i got my stain up
i told her, “giddy up”
we ran the train on her
[chorus]
comin’ out of jonesboro south (ayy)
n*gga havin’ golds all through they mouth, yeah
lifetime goals (woo), runnin’ through the roof (wha’?)
pullin’ out the ghost (grah), make a n*gga poof (grah)
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t but what is it to do?
i knew his big homie, n*gga, and i got the proof (woo)
my spot is a army base and i got the proof (what up?)
send my b*tch on vacay, put her in a coupe

[outro]
if young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you
metro

- young thug lyrics

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