
Yea Yea Yea Young Thug
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[Intro: Young Thug & Future]
(Wheezy outta here)
YSL Music Group
[Verse 1]
From the other world to the other world to the other world, lonely (Yeah)
I done fucked her and another girl and another girl on me (No cap)
I done ranned up these racks and now I got Christmas under the tree (Ran it up)
Though my dawg dem are set, now they say nothin', that's on me (Yeah)
I don't wanna talk about nothin', no, I don't wanna know 'bout no beats
Independent, trappin' down, I'm tryna forever remember this
I was tryna shoot 'em down, I don't wanna forever diss (Ha)
Be quiet, lеt me count every dimе without a miss (Shh)
I done ranned up the bag, now red bottoms on my feet
You can wake up to grapes and heated floors on your feet (Yeah)
Señorita, I'ma buy you a Richard Mille, all VV's
Señorita (Señorita), señorita (Oh, yeah)
Señorita ('Rita), gotta re-up (Oh)
Father, we up (We up), my feet up (Oh)
Send the weed up (Send the weed up) with a fever (Oh)
Can't ease up (Yeah) without seein' us (Oh)
I gotta rebuild (Yeah, yeah), not mad at all
For YSL (Y) puttin' on with my dawgs (Yeah)
I got gratitude and attitude (Yeah)
A bougie nigga, put my kids all in charter school (Yeah)
(Wheezy outta here)
YSL Music Group
[Verse 1]
From the other world to the other world to the other world, lonely (Yeah)
I done fucked her and another girl and another girl on me (No cap)
I done ranned up these racks and now I got Christmas under the tree (Ran it up)
Though my dawg dem are set, now they say nothin', that's on me (Yeah)
I don't wanna talk about nothin', no, I don't wanna know 'bout no beats
Independent, trappin' down, I'm tryna forever remember this
I was tryna shoot 'em down, I don't wanna forever diss (Ha)
Be quiet, lеt me count every dimе without a miss (Shh)
I done ranned up the bag, now red bottoms on my feet
You can wake up to grapes and heated floors on your feet (Yeah)
Señorita, I'ma buy you a Richard Mille, all VV's
Señorita (Señorita), señorita (Oh, yeah)
Señorita ('Rita), gotta re-up (Oh)
Father, we up (We up), my feet up (Oh)
Send the weed up (Send the weed up) with a fever (Oh)
Can't ease up (Yeah) without seein' us (Oh)
I gotta rebuild (Yeah, yeah), not mad at all
For YSL (Y) puttin' on with my dawgs (Yeah)
I got gratitude and attitude (Yeah)
A bougie nigga, put my kids all in charter school (Yeah)
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