Dirty Shoes Young Stoner Life & Young Thug (Ft. Gunna)
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[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, slime
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty, yeah
Yeah
(My nigga Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Jeffery
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I can't do nothin' with that bitch the way she flodgin' (Woo, I can't do nothin')
Ranned a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin' (Yeah, yeah, ain't none of them starvin')
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9 or carbon (Woo, TEC-9 or carbon)
Couple hoes, they ménage à trois, yeah (Huh?)
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty (They look dirty, yeah)
I got thirty new bitches like I'm Curry (Like I'm Curry)
Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swervin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls-Royce curtains (Let's go, hey)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Okay, if you seen her with me you know she workin' (She workin')
Okay, I just spent a quarter mill' on purses (With them racks, bitch)
I have never settled for a bitch that swerved me (Uh-uh, yeah)
Oh, yeah, oh
Yeah, Balenciaga Triple S, the fur's with 'em (Yeah)
My niggas call me CVS, I keep the syrup with me (Act')
Purple Act', purple kush, purple Percs, nigga (Percs)
I tote Fear of God by the jeans with the skirts, nigga (Let's go)
I wore Balmain way before you jerked, nigga (Sheesh)
I know Chanel personal work cellular
I know, I'm the GOAT, I know
All four of my pockets got the Klumps, I'm Eddie Murphy (Hey)
Yeah, yeah, slime
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty, yeah
Yeah
(My nigga Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Jeffery
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I can't do nothin' with that bitch the way she flodgin' (Woo, I can't do nothin')
Ranned a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin' (Yeah, yeah, ain't none of them starvin')
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9 or carbon (Woo, TEC-9 or carbon)
Couple hoes, they ménage à trois, yeah (Huh?)
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty (They look dirty, yeah)
I got thirty new bitches like I'm Curry (Like I'm Curry)
Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swervin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls-Royce curtains (Let's go, hey)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Okay, if you seen her with me you know she workin' (She workin')
Okay, I just spent a quarter mill' on purses (With them racks, bitch)
I have never settled for a bitch that swerved me (Uh-uh, yeah)
Oh, yeah, oh
Yeah, Balenciaga Triple S, the fur's with 'em (Yeah)
My niggas call me CVS, I keep the syrup with me (Act')
Purple Act', purple kush, purple Percs, nigga (Percs)
I tote Fear of God by the jeans with the skirts, nigga (Let's go)
I wore Balmain way before you jerked, nigga (Sheesh)
I know Chanel personal work cellular
I know, I'm the GOAT, I know
All four of my pockets got the Klumps, I'm Eddie Murphy (Hey)
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