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young stoner life, young thug & meek mill – that go! كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(ayy, yung, boy, he got that talent)
(yo, nick papz, make it slap)

[verse 1: meek mill]
yeah, this 20 a pill, ran up a check
this patek baguetty, made twenty more mill’
drop on the opp, and then jump on the chopper and go to the hills
my youngins go call of duty with that chopper and he wanna k!ll
yeah, sh_tted on a n_gga, did it on purpose
i tell my other b_tch, “go with my other b_tch”
just to get my other b_tch a new birkin
pretty white toes, p_ssy was perfect
f_ck in the back in the bach with the curtains
f_ck from the back, and this b_tch started squirtin’
no, you didn’t get this sh_t on my persian
ooh, go get this b_tch a new purse, cool
i drive my car, how i’m feelin’? shе outta lane, she healin’
now shе on a plane, she chillin’ and she post a pic on the ‘gram, you feel it?
i know that n_gga wanna k!ll it ’cause she in a villa, going ham with tequila
made it my plan to get richer, i pull up, i jump out the lamb’, me and jigga, woah

[chorus: t_shyne & meek mill]
woah, this that go sh_t (yeah)
lil’ b_tch tryna act smart with me, but she don’t know sh_t (yeah)
7_eleven, i bought all the backwoods, sodas, and trojans (yeah)
it’s like five hundred b_tches at the crib, but we still lettin’ more in
woah, this that go sh_t (that go sh_t)
this that stunt on them n_ggas, might put two watches on both wrists (let’s go)
my trap boomin’, these n_ggas out here ain’t havin’ no motion (no motion)
back in the day we was hoppin’ in whips and ridin’ it stolen (skrrt)
[verse 2: t_shyne]
rolls_royce truck with the freak of the week
chasin’ the dreams, i’ma pass her to meek
n_gga, i’m a wolf, can’t hang with the sheep
water on my neck, wear my chain at the beach
pull up to your block with a motherf_ckin’ thotty
every n_gga with me down to go and catch a body
y’all n_ggas trappin’ out the hotel lobby
wipe a n_ggas nose like that motherf_cker snotty
i’m in the trap with a thick b_tch
yeah, i used to hustle, had to risk it
most you n_ggas fried like a fishstick
if he a snitch, can’t kick it
i’m with the gang and we deep
just like a dog, put a n_gga to sleep
bad lil’ b_tch try to send me on the sneak
no tlc, but a n_gga gotta creep
shoot it like jj (jj), spin a n_gga block like a beyblade
if i hit the block that’s a payday, hurricane ap, a bay bay
made it my plan to get richer, i pull up, i jump out the lamb’, me and thugger (slime)
k!llin’ the crib with no cutter, feelin’ like ving rhames, it’s guns and b_tter

[chorus: t_shyne & meek mill]
woah, this that go sh_t (yeah)
lil’ b_tch tryna act smart with me, but she don’t know sh_t (yeah)
7_eleven, i bought all the backwoods, sodas, and trojans (yeah)
it’s like five hundred b_tches at the crib, but we still lettin’ more in
woah, this that go sh_t (that go sh_t)
this that stunt on them n_ggas, might put two watches on both wrists (let’s go)
my trap boomin’, these n_ggas out here ain’t havin’ no motion (no motion)
back in the day we was hoppin’ in whips and ridin’ it stolen (skrrt)
[verse 3: young thug]
abracadabra, my b_tch way badder, my wrist out the motherf_ckin’ batter (slatt)
fish parquet, i smoke on her face, green diamonds, i f_cked up my bladder (yeah)
motherf_ck a trend, i been with my kids in the spot ’cause family matter (on god)
everything else you speakin’ about, might get your ass whooped like a paddle (slatt)
yeah, fishscale, no scale, weigh it up
i spent twenty mil’ on a crib, pay it up
in dubai but the b_tch from israel
call my phone, you fine as h_ll
in designer, but i will k!ll
you done sipped you a pharmacy, i can tell, yeah_yeah, yeah_yeah (yeah)
my b_tch, wrist clean, i flex, don’t bend, i am the king (the king)
hundred bands can clean up the scene (on god)
had your wife and you thought it was a dream
n_gga kicked through the door with the bling
i took off in a foreign machine (s_x)

- young stoner life young thug meek mill

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