
Ghetto Boys and Girls Young Thug (Ft. Wyclef Jean)
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[Intro: Young Thug & Wyclef Jean]
I'm poppin' shit, I'm poppin' shit
Slatt
Turn me up a lil' bit
Yeah
Yeah
Oww
[Pre-Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Young Thug]
I came from the bottom up (Bottom up)
Goddammit
My family never had enough
But I had enough (Had enough)
Listen, everything I leave to this world (Oww)
It's for these ghetto boys and girls
Let me say it again
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Young Thug]
Everything I leave to this world (Everything I leave to the world)
Damn (Yeah)
It's for these ghetto boys and girls (For the ghetto boys and girls, hey)
Yeah (Hey)
[Verse: Young Thug]
I got a check and I ran it up
No chair, the cops can't stand us
Big swag on my grown man stuff
Big racks make a grown man blush
Left wrist a hunnid bands
Left wrist gold, Olde English can
Watch me execute a hunnid plans
Turn up with that chopper, Taliban
You don't know how to judge me
Two-tone Patek, blue face, Russian
Your lil' mama lushin', she lucky
We don't shoot in the air, hey
I'm poppin' shit, I'm poppin' shit
Slatt
Turn me up a lil' bit
Yeah
Yeah
Oww
[Pre-Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Young Thug]
I came from the bottom up (Bottom up)
Goddammit
My family never had enough
But I had enough (Had enough)
Listen, everything I leave to this world (Oww)
It's for these ghetto boys and girls
Let me say it again
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Young Thug]
Everything I leave to this world (Everything I leave to the world)
Damn (Yeah)
It's for these ghetto boys and girls (For the ghetto boys and girls, hey)
Yeah (Hey)
[Verse: Young Thug]
I got a check and I ran it up
No chair, the cops can't stand us
Big swag on my grown man stuff
Big racks make a grown man blush
Left wrist a hunnid bands
Left wrist gold, Olde English can
Watch me execute a hunnid plans
Turn up with that chopper, Taliban
You don't know how to judge me
Two-tone Patek, blue face, Russian
Your lil' mama lushin', she lucky
We don't shoot in the air, hey
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