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what you sayin'? - young thug lyrics

[chorus]
i know you dig ’cause i dig, oh no
i don’t give no f-ck what you sayin’, oh no
don’t give no f-ck what you sayin’, oh ho
you play with me, then i’m sprayin’, yo, ya
you play with me, i’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
i don’t give no f-ck what you sayin’, oh no
don’t give no f-ck what you sayin’, oh ho
you play with me, an’ i’m sprayin’
i pull up with dirty sticks an’ i’ma spray it

[verse 1]
she was so fine (she was so fine)
so i let her push the foreign ride an’ sit in it (skrrt)
i’m starin’ at the toilet like i wan’ go sh-t on n-gg-s (what?)
i’d rather k!ll a n-gg- (oh boy) before i squeal on n-gg-s (on god)
(know i’m sayin’, man? real dripset sh-t, man, give it to ’em, ya dig?)
copped her a coupe and now she say i’m the best
i taught her, she ain’t gon’ tell, you can put her to the test
i flood with her chanel whenever she get upset (what?)
i bought a gold rope and i flex it on the v-neck
beat her like funkmaster flex
lock on that knit like a b-tch
that p-ssy pink like a pig
r.i.p. to og double d, b-tch i dig
drink on that lean until it’s [?]
i’ma leak that sauce and fill the world with slimes
filled it with slimes and then we slimed up the streets
that p-ssy n-gg- tellin’ looks so sloppy to me
oh no

[chorus]
i don’t give no f-ck what you sayin’, oh no
don’t give no f-ck what you sayin’, oh ho
you play with me, then i’m sprayin’, yo, ya
you play with me, i’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
i don’t give no f-ck what you sayin’, oh no
don’t give no f-ck what you sayin’, oh ho
you play with me, an’ i’m sprayin’
i pull up with dirty sticks an’ i’ma spray it

[verse 2]
if you a g, say “f-ck tha police” (f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em)
pop, lock, and drop it on my gold teeth
i’ma run inside that p-ssy, dropped my codeine
get it, drunk it, hit it, hit it, like gin-bili
(like i said the first time, man, real dripset sh-t, y’know what i mean? pay attention. i ain’t through. get it)
p-ssy n-gg- starin’ with his snail face
twenty-fives, thirty-eights, f-ck a sh-ll-case (brrr)
old hunnids, small head on a big plate (what?)
eatin’ good, vegetarian n-gg-s actin’ crazy
all these foreign cars, n-gg-, know we racin’ (skrrt)
got lots of foreign broads that i never chase
i swear it’s five stars every time i eat
i swear it’s five broads stuffin’ in my face
you can have it, whoa, whoa, you can have it
these n-gg-s sad and, we just livin’ lavish
i went in the rabbit myself and picked out some carats
she know we not average and all of my n-gg-s happy
oh no

- young thug lyrics

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