Scandalous Young Thug
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[Intro]
Uh
Ayy man, this some real deal, uh
This London on the beat by the way, you know what I'm sayin'
One of my motherfuckin' producers, he got signed
I gave him his first lump some of money, nigga
Know what I'm sayin', that's on God, yeah
Now I got a lot of 'em
And I got a lot of artists, you know what I'm sayin'
And we 'bout to take off, Nassau
You dig?
Swag, listen up, peep this
[Verse 1]
Why not?
My brother died and left a brand new scroller
I got it parked up at my bitches spot, ha
In every city, we bring all hookers out
You can't beat it, you better join it or watch
I bet they run off with the swagger, just watch
I got these niggas wearin' diamonds with watches
If you try to mess with invaders, just watch
We aliens and we beatin' these cases, we bosses
She know I'm an obstacle
Minus the guns, the war and the violence
I'm nice and I'm kind, yeah
Fly you out private, Chanel with the plains on her
I got that bag for you, same cloth as a towel
You materialistic, but I'm ridin' with you
Ridin' with you till the wheels fall off, hey
And she my business boy, you better not piss shawty off, hey
I don't give a fuck about you 'cause I build with my bro
If a nigga try to latch, I'm shoot 'em all off
(Ch-ch, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Uh
Ayy man, this some real deal, uh
This London on the beat by the way, you know what I'm sayin'
One of my motherfuckin' producers, he got signed
I gave him his first lump some of money, nigga
Know what I'm sayin', that's on God, yeah
Now I got a lot of 'em
And I got a lot of artists, you know what I'm sayin'
And we 'bout to take off, Nassau
You dig?
Swag, listen up, peep this
[Verse 1]
Why not?
My brother died and left a brand new scroller
I got it parked up at my bitches spot, ha
In every city, we bring all hookers out
You can't beat it, you better join it or watch
I bet they run off with the swagger, just watch
I got these niggas wearin' diamonds with watches
If you try to mess with invaders, just watch
We aliens and we beatin' these cases, we bosses
She know I'm an obstacle
Minus the guns, the war and the violence
I'm nice and I'm kind, yeah
Fly you out private, Chanel with the plains on her
I got that bag for you, same cloth as a towel
You materialistic, but I'm ridin' with you
Ridin' with you till the wheels fall off, hey
And she my business boy, you better not piss shawty off, hey
I don't give a fuck about you 'cause I build with my bro
If a nigga try to latch, I'm shoot 'em all off
(Ch-ch, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
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