Contagious Young Thug
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[Intro]
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
[Chorus]
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I be showing love, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I could never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated
[Verse 1]
I told my lawyer, "Change the situation"
Told the judge that I was always fakin'
But I know it's in my heart and I feel it breakin'
Told him, "Let go of my boys, that would be amazing"
Try to blink out every time, I'm hidden in different spaces
Bought the same LaFerrari and told 'em keep it basic
Put up on them same lil' boys, told them, "Let's get to racing"
She don't even know what it is, now, boy, my money weighin'
Yeah, keep on dodgin' years, my young nigga waitin'
I done gave away my Porsche, I throw up
I don't pass the torch, I pour up
Syrup, when I'm forced, I ho up
Out and in, I wreck her core
I took my finger and I remade the sore
[Chorus]
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I be showing love, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I could never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
[Chorus]
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I be showing love, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I could never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated
[Verse 1]
I told my lawyer, "Change the situation"
Told the judge that I was always fakin'
But I know it's in my heart and I feel it breakin'
Told him, "Let go of my boys, that would be amazing"
Try to blink out every time, I'm hidden in different spaces
Bought the same LaFerrari and told 'em keep it basic
Put up on them same lil' boys, told them, "Let's get to racing"
She don't even know what it is, now, boy, my money weighin'
Yeah, keep on dodgin' years, my young nigga waitin'
I done gave away my Porsche, I throw up
I don't pass the torch, I pour up
Syrup, when I'm forced, I ho up
Out and in, I wreck her core
I took my finger and I remade the sore
[Chorus]
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I be showing love, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I could never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated
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