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Close Call - Young Thug
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Close Call Young Thug

Close Call - Young Thug
[Intro]
Shit's slow, like we sippin' around or some shit, know what I'm sayin'?
It's a new one (Yeah)
It's all facts, by the way, new new
Yeah, turn it up in the headphones (Brrr)

[Chorus]
I poured a four up 'cause my dog can't drink with me
Them Chrome heart specs on, I can see the galaxy
I been whippin' a nine-eleven with no tragedy
I put money in her pocket, she T bagged me
Panoramic roof in the bedroom
I'm a living witness of a close call
Woah, pass her that coke, yeah, molly salt
I represent all of my woas cause I'm they backbone

[Verse]
Yeah, back seats, fifty a piece
Yeah, I recruited, big relief
Yeah, rep VLone, silver streak
Yeah, good coke come in ten a piece
My dog from Memphis, I charged him ten a key
The nosebleed, that's the boss seat
You can't Arthur Blank me
Drink pints and still can't sleep
[?] and it's serving
Hop in the big body and swerve it
Giuseppes and now they [?]
What the fuck do you want? I can serve it
I got cat carpet, it's Persian
I said that I love you, I was just nervous
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