baby (feat. trae tha truth) - Young Thug

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Oh thug out

Yeah yeah

We got London on the track my track

I'm screaming baby yeah

I let the reaper get my soul oh

Oh if you know you wanna go oh

I'm slime whenever you 'posed

Shoot a missile no toes

Same time I'm screaming baby yeah

I let the devil get my soul oh

Oh if you know you wanna go oh

I'm slime whenever you 'posed

Shoot a missile no toes yeah

All the muscles comin' out the hip

Comin' out the hip tell 'em

Off the rip

I'mma try to hit the pussy nigga in the hip

Pull up and air the **** out ain't talking no heat but I dip

You tryna show out in front of a freak now you the RIP

Faygo cream soda my choice hear it in my voice

Yo' main ***** wanna hear my voice it make her moist

Make her moist

Hit that cat from the back and watch it make a weird noise

Niggas excited by these ******* them them weird boys

So many bands in my pockets I need zippers off clothes

These niggas hiding these ******* they got zippers on hoes

All of my dogs bangin' red like Clifford

Two bands on my Louis scarf as big as a quiddilt

January to December I'm screaming baby

Yeah

I'm screaming baby yeah

I let the reaper get my soul oh

Oh if you know you wanna go oh

I'm slime whenever you 'posed

Shoot a missile no toes

Same time I'm screaming baby yeah

I let the devil get my soul oh

Oh if you know you wanna go oh

I'm slime whenever you 'posed

Shoot a missile no toes yeah

Everyone yelling out king

So I tell 'em bow down 'cause I'm back in this *****

I ain't never been the one to talk cash ****

Just back my **** all black my ****

With a ***** that like to take stuff off

That'll dump on niggas if **** jump off

I'mma run up on a nigga till I run him off

No stamp but I swear a nigga send 'em off

I pray I don't end up in Hell Hell

A cell ain't gon' hold me for life

But I know these ho niggas gon' tell tell

But this chopper gon' make him get right

I know I don't deserve it

Straight up I just can't swerve it

Broke niggas on my nerves bad

It's beef soon as I serve it

I gotta keep this fire

Just in case these niggas wanna fire me up

I know they don't accept the truth

Can't shut me up finna wire me up

Never no pressure **** a professor

School 'em while I'm in the kitchen

Teaching niggas the measure this concrete Hell nigga

I'm screaming baby yeah

I let the reaper get my soul oh

Oh if you know you wanna go oh

I'm slime whenever you 'posed

Shoot a missile no toes

Same time I'm screaming baby yeah

I let the devil get my soul oh

Oh if you know you wanna go oh

I'm slime whenever you 'posed

Shoot a missile no toes yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

And let the track on beat

Yeah yeah I'm trouble trouble

I'm on the beat

Darling and the ************

***** gang and trouble on the beat

Girl I for the reason baby

Yeah yeah yeah

I let

Yeah yeah

Need a less ****

And a little dish yeah

My lifestyle

Oh yeah

Kiddy spin for the back tip top my lifestyle

Lifestyle

Yeah let let let let the get

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