Disguise Young Thug

[Intro]
Thugger, Thugger
(We got London on da Track)
Bae, I just wanna put it in
Can I? Please?
Okay, come on, haha
Let's go

[Chorus]
God damn it I'm surprised, bae, you lookin' like a motherfuckin' heaven in disguise (Yeah)
Pulling up at Popeyes, tell them people I'm hungry, I want your legs and your thighs (Skrt)
From the streets to the bed she gon' ride (She gon' ride)
Fuck a dick, nigga, I'm talkin' homicides (Gah, gah)
Sweet pussy Saturday, but I ain't Plies (Nah)
And my pockets swole like I'm motherfuckin' Rodman (Sheesh)

[Post-Chorus]
I been grindin' all day (Yeah)
She my bae, but she crazy (Yeah)
Red carpet, red bottom, get out the way (Yeah)
I'm a quarterback, you gotta catch my plays (Woah, woah, woah)

[Verse 1]
Ridin' around in a Ghost (Skrt)
She ain't did this before (Uh uh)
Ten blue bands on her coat (Racks)
Big white doves on her soap (Brr, brr)
Asked would she ever leave me (Would she)
She replied back like, "No" (Hell nah, nigga)
She know streets like the cement
Her big uncle the Pope (Ayy)
Come fly with the kid (Shoo)
You hold it down for the kid (What)
Come talk to me baby
I don't need to fuck them thots, they the wig (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
She my Rollie, she gon' ride, Michelin (Whoop, whoop)
I'm a swaggin' mothafucka', check my jeans (Oh my God)
Pillow talking, she gon' tell it like she did (Uh huh)
I'm the new Makaveli, bitch, I'm lit (What, what)
And we gon' flood the whole party (Racks)
And my bitch dead fresh, check her garment (Woah, woah)
I'm bangin' red, wearing white like Target (Brrat)
She speed riding on that dick, I should've clocked it (Skrt)
She said she can't do this
'Cause I'm too bad for her like I got poisoned (What)
Iced out that nigga bitch
Media Take-Out, whoops, I'm so sorry (Psh)