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London On Da Track bitch

Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothafucka'

Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothafucka'

Rich Gang, Thugga Thugga baby

Got like 4 ounces in a 20, bitch

I'm blunted

[Hook: Young Thug]

I've done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle

We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle

Nigga livin' life like a beginner and this is only beginnin'

I'm on the top of the mountain, puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin'

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

Million 5 on the Visa card

Hundred bands still look like the fuckin' Titans (football player)

Nigga servin' great white like I'm feedin' sharks

I won't do nothin' with the bitch, she can't even get me hard

Somethin' wrong with the pussy

Even though I ain't gon' hit it, I'ma still make sure that she gushy

Me and my woadie, we don't get caught up like that, no way

We ain't got time to go see doctors, J

(Who said money?)

Hop up in my bed full of forty bitches and yawnin'

Hey, think this a show bitch, I'm performin'

I do this shit for my daughters and all my sons, bitch

I'm a run up them bands, I'll take care their funds, bitch

I got a moms, bitch, she got a moms, bitch

I got sisters and brothers to feed

I ain't goin' out like no idiot, I'm a OG


[Verse 2: Young Thug]

Still screamin' "Fuck the otherside"

I'ma ride for my nigga, aye (Quan voice)

And I'ma die for my nigga, aye (Quan voice)

Ain't gonna be latching on my niggas aye

Niggas couldn't see me if they had a genie

I'ma live my life like Bennie, R.I.P. my brother Bennie

I stack them racks to the ceiling, now these niggas can't beat me

I just might wake wantin' Chanel and these bitches can't see me

I'm in a whole other league

I ain't got AIDS but I swear to God I would bleed 'til I D.I.E

28 floors up I feel like I could F.L.Y.E.E

Pee on top of these bitches

God told me they can never stop me so they ain't gon' stop me

(I'm in that Corvette with baby mommy gettin' sloppy toppy)

I'm bleedin' red like a devil, I see these bitches plotty

They wanna know how I got M's and I didn't finish college


[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]

I do it for my daddy, I do it for my mama

Them long nights, I swear to God I do it for the come up

I'm Willie B beating on my chest, in the jungle, aye

Money on money, I got commas in every bank

Sunday through Monday I've been grindin' with no sleep

Talkin' 'bout takin' somethin' from me, like no way

Thugga Thugger, that's my brother, brother

You don't want no trouble trouble or you can get these fists, knuckle, knuckle

Buckle up like a seatbelt or I'll shoot yah

Punchin' on the gas, too fast, and I lose yah

Give me a bed, and I'll do her, I want her head, Medusa

I swear a nigga gone cause this strong I'm blowin' super

Grindin' for a new day

I'm skatin', like that nigga Lupe

Aye, I'm on the top just like toupee

Aye, I'm in her mouth just like toothpaste


[Outro: Birdman]

Sitting in the middle of this ocean, Pacific that is

You understand me? Bunch of bad bitches, ya heard?

Popping that GTV, living that lifestyle, ya heard?

I do this for Ms. Gladys, boy - 100

Young Thug и Rich Gang - Lifestyle – текст

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