[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
(Khaliel)
Do you love me, baby?
Like I love you, baby?
Keed, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin' the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch, we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch, I'm stylin' (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm goin' up, bitches goin' down on me (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm slowed up, I been drinkin' codeine (I been drinkin' codeine)
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin' me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way, way up
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I keep some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean (Yeah)
I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean (Act)
I add Chanel on the rip of shawty's jeans (Slatt)
I need a Tylenol, I done popped too many beans (Woo)
I'm at the VMA awards and I'm bringin' her out (Yeah)
I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (Tighten it up)
I told your darling, "Shawty was on South" (Yeah)
I take this 'Rari, park it at the house (Skrrt)
I told her to stop it (Woo)
Call me and take these up (These up)
I told her to stop it (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
I got on my knees, oh (Stop it)
I bought you this Rollie
You know it came forty-four B'd up (Forty-four), yeah
Cupid fishbowl is at the top (Woo)
I put the tint on it (Yeah)
She tryna sit on it (Yeah)
I can throw the climax (What?)
I got the bill on it, yeah
It came in wireless (And what?)
I spent a mill' on it, yeah
I'm smokin' on thrax pack (*Cough*)
Gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (That's kush)
You catch a body (Brrat)
Gotta put appeal on it, yeah (Ah, boom)
I'm Prince Hakeem (What?)
Straight out the trenches with it, yeah (Ah)
I'm Bob Marley (Bob)
The next century, yeah (Yeah)
Hopped in with your boo (Woo)
I wanna see chest up and then nothin' else
Yeah
(Khaliel)
Do you love me, baby?
Like I love you, baby?
Keed, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin' the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch, we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch, I'm stylin' (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm goin' up, bitches goin' down on me (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm slowed up, I been drinkin' codeine (I been drinkin' codeine)
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin' me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way, way up
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I keep some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean (Yeah)
I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean (Act)
I add Chanel on the rip of shawty's jeans (Slatt)
I need a Tylenol, I done popped too many beans (Woo)
I'm at the VMA awards and I'm bringin' her out (Yeah)
I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (Tighten it up)
I told your darling, "Shawty was on South" (Yeah)
I take this 'Rari, park it at the house (Skrrt)
I told her to stop it (Woo)
Call me and take these up (These up)
I told her to stop it (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
I got on my knees, oh (Stop it)
I bought you this Rollie
You know it came forty-four B'd up (Forty-four), yeah
Cupid fishbowl is at the top (Woo)
I put the tint on it (Yeah)
She tryna sit on it (Yeah)
I can throw the climax (What?)
I got the bill on it, yeah
It came in wireless (And what?)
I spent a mill' on it, yeah
I'm smokin' on thrax pack (*Cough*)
Gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (That's kush)
You catch a body (Brrat)
Gotta put appeal on it, yeah (Ah, boom)
I'm Prince Hakeem (What?)
Straight out the trenches with it, yeah (Ah)
I'm Bob Marley (Bob)
The next century, yeah (Yeah)
Hopped in with your boo (Woo)
I wanna see chest up and then nothin' else
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