tragic - young thug lyrics
[intro]
uh, uh.. yeah, yeah, yeah
london on the track b-tch!
hahahahaha!
aye this the truth
dolly
london on the track b-tch!
[hook]
(what you got?)
got london on da track b-tch
(london)
h-ll yeah, i’m a savage
p-ssy wet, f-ck a pad you need some napkins
hit the club, get some ones, and make it tragic
i’mma make it rain inside the club
i’mma pop some bottles, make her bub
homie i’m not looking at her, baby i do it just like i does
[verse: 1]
i just do my thang in these streets, yah!
i’m the biggest, toughest wildebeest
all these starving n-ggas didn’t come with a feast, yah!
i’mma put a super charge in a caprice, yea!
if you really havin’ birds, lemme see yea!
i just got a new iphone and i ain’t sync it
so i might don’t got your number
if a n-gga play, i might turn it like i channel
caught me banging with a red bandana
not no february scary bandana
yeah! don’t get the scary bandana
i just might blow on that ho, no candle
no clothes baby that’s my standards
jamaicans smoking on cabana
purp make me forgot i’m not having stamina
every tuesday, i throw racks at amateurs
[hook]
(what you got?)
got london on da track b-tch
(london)
h-ll yeah, i’m a savage
p-ssy wet, f-ck a pad you need some napkins
hit the club, get some ones, and make it tragic
i’mma make it rain inside the club
i’mma pop some bottles, make her bub
homie i’m not looking at her, baby i do it just like i does
[verse 2]
shoot a n-gga down tragic, hold you number tragic
your momma a tragic, your daddy a tragic
i pull up and trash sh-t, the whole bitty b-st-rds
all my crew like trashing, let them have it
wet his face no baptist, lil’ boy larry
sit your little -ss down like i used magic
i got more wood than a f-cking palace
dolly white told to me sit back, just point and laugh at
these n-ggas and these bum b-tches
p-rn b-tches n-gga come and get it
n-gga if i make it rain, let these b-tches get it
i just want a long neck like a chicken, get it?
every ysl member get it
i left weed in my fender, get it
bring a tender, you a member get it
no puppet, no pretending i’mma f-ckin menace
[hook]
(what you got?)
got london on da track b-tch
(london)
h-ll yeah, i’m a savage
p-ssy wet, f-ck a pad you need some napkins
hit the club, get some ones, and make it tragic
i’mma make it rain inside the club
i’mma pop some bottles, make her bub
homie i’m not looking at her, baby i do it just like i does
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