Red Star Young Thug
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[Intro]
Yeah
MPA Duke in this bitch with me, nigga
8-8-8-8-808 Mafia
Hey! Lemme go talk to 'em, let's do it
Yeah
[Hook]
Southside
Bitches popping, I'm on a boat like a Nautica (Ayy)
Hunnid K on the side and I'm not stopping you (In cash)
Bitch, I only provide for all my patna them (And what?)
Put that dick right inside of her little body today (Chee, chee)
Droppin' the top on the Bentley, now go pull up on my little boy and them (Skrrrrrt)
All of my pockets humongous, 'cause I’m the one with the formula (Racks)
I swear to god 'bout two days ago, she rode me like rodeo (Hah)
I'm a big ol' red star like the Texaco (Chee)
[Verse: 1]
You know not to go selling that dope in mama kitchen (Woo)
If that bitch a dime, I might pay her little tuition (Woo)
I know not to change for these little boys and bitches (Woo)
Ballin' off the chain, man that came from water whippin' (Woo)
When I pull off, I drop all my ceilings (Rack, racks)
My hoe say I look good with swole' kidneys (Bitch what)
"Big ol' dinosaur B," what I told them bitches (Rah)
I'ma cook his brain cells right in the kitchen
Ayy, I'm leaning with one of my monkeys
Ayy, I don't like Nike but you know I do this
Ayy, they shot him fifty times like why they do this (Pew pew pew)
And I'm having lunch at Ruth Chris, no Luda (Pew)
8-8-8-8-808 Mafia
Yeah
MPA Duke in this bitch with me, nigga
8-8-8-8-808 Mafia
Hey! Lemme go talk to 'em, let's do it
Yeah
[Hook]
Southside
Bitches popping, I'm on a boat like a Nautica (Ayy)
Hunnid K on the side and I'm not stopping you (In cash)
Bitch, I only provide for all my patna them (And what?)
Put that dick right inside of her little body today (Chee, chee)
Droppin' the top on the Bentley, now go pull up on my little boy and them (Skrrrrrt)
All of my pockets humongous, 'cause I’m the one with the formula (Racks)
I swear to god 'bout two days ago, she rode me like rodeo (Hah)
I'm a big ol' red star like the Texaco (Chee)
[Verse: 1]
You know not to go selling that dope in mama kitchen (Woo)
If that bitch a dime, I might pay her little tuition (Woo)
I know not to change for these little boys and bitches (Woo)
Ballin' off the chain, man that came from water whippin' (Woo)
When I pull off, I drop all my ceilings (Rack, racks)
My hoe say I look good with swole' kidneys (Bitch what)
"Big ol' dinosaur B," what I told them bitches (Rah)
I'ma cook his brain cells right in the kitchen
Ayy, I'm leaning with one of my monkeys
Ayy, I don't like Nike but you know I do this
Ayy, they shot him fifty times like why they do this (Pew pew pew)
And I'm having lunch at Ruth Chris, no Luda (Pew)
8-8-8-8-808 Mafia
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