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young thug - mad dog lyrics
[intro]
yeah
(metro)
metro thuggin, long overdue, no cap
no bap, slatt
i don’t care about the superstardom sh_t, you know what i’m sayin’?
that’s on god
[chorus]
maserati, skrrt, mask off (skrrt, skrrt)
throw some ten on, get some red (yeah), drink some mad dog (some mad dog)
richer than i ever been (woo), i don’t wanna know no cost (know no cost)
i told my b_tch if she don’t win, then i’ma drop her off (know no ho)
i knock her friend out the par, but it ain’t top golf
i’m lovin’ to pop off (i’m lovin’ it)
i put the sweat on the head (i put it, i put it)
the seats are hot sauce (i put it, woo)
spread a few racks and they mad (why?)
yeah, i’m a top dog
got two maybachs, the one with the lid (on god)
and the onе with the top off (on god)
[verse 1]
now if you look up under my wrist, you’ll see a bunch of racks (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
got thesе baguettes on my neck and i got my hoochie bag (ski, let’s go, let’s go, let’s get it)
like donald trump on my account, i got my billions up (swear)
first thing i did was make sure that my whole family up (yeah)
spotted a helicopter and i swerve up on the block (grrah, grrah, phew)
this is a lambo’ (woo), it just can’t go up to any shop (skrrt)
i’m never stoppin’, and i keep a big old m tucked (on god)
i showed her dr. miami, now she got her titties and her tummy tucked (dr. miami)
[refrain]
oh, oh, drink ’til we throw up
woah, woah, let’s go up on these drugs (woah)
woah, woah, baby girl, i don’t know her (woah)
would she let me f_ck her? (woah)
i got money, i just wanna f_ck her
caramel skin, i make her supper
drank a four or six, every time i pour out the syrup
suck a n_gga d_ck and you can get you a purse (woah)
[chorus]
maserati, skrrt, mask off (hey)
throw some ten on, get some red, drink some mad dog (let’s go)
richer than i ever been, i don’t wanna know no cost (don’t wanna know no cost)
i told my b_tch if she don’t win, then i’ma drop her off (ayy, swear)
i knock her friend out the park, but it ain’t top golf (yeah)
i’m lovin’ to pop off (pop off)
i put the sweat on the head (why?)
the seats are hot sauce (woo)
spread a few racks and they mad (phew)
yeah, i’m a top dog (i’m up)
got two maybachs, the one with the lid (what?)
and the one with the top off (woo, woo)
[verse 2]
tell me what you see when you just see a n_gga like me
tell me what you see when you could see a n_gga like me
tell me what you thinkin’ when you think a n_gga like me
tell me how you balance when you plankin’ on a milli’
i’m happy ’bout you (happy)
baby, tell me how you been (yeah)
and i (and i) just wanna tell you that i miss the way you
suck it (yeah), f_ck it (and), love it (yeah)
me and my buddies (and who?), cousins (yeah), yeah, yeah
baby, pop that p_ssy (pop it), i just want exotic weed
biscotti and cookies (argh)
i just print a thousand sheets of paper, then i kush it (swear)
used to have a thousand pieces of mud on my hoodie (woo)
now i keep a hundred thousand large in my hoodie (woo)
and i still got a thousand b_tches, yeah (yeah)
ain’t ashamed to tell you that i got her out of tootsies (woo)
she’s snortin’ machine gun kelly
she got machine guns with thousands of bullets (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
[chorus]
maserati, skrrt, mask off (hey)
throw some ten on, get some red, drink some mad dog (let’s go)
richer than i ever been, i don’t wanna know no cost (don’t wanna know no cost)
i told my b_tch if she don’t win, then i’ma drop her off (ayy, swear)
i knock her friend out the par, but it ain’t top golf (yeah)
i’m lovin’ to pop off (pop off)
i put the sweat on the head (why?)
the seats are hot sauce (woo)
spread a few racks and they mad (phew)
yeah, i’m a top dog (i’m up)
got two maybachs, the one with the lid (what?)
and the one with the top off (on god)
[refrain]
oh, oh, drink ’til we throw up
woah, woah, let’s go up on these drugs
woah, woah, baby girl, i don’t know her
would she let me f_ck her?
i got money, i just wanna f_ck her
caramel skin, i make her supper
drank a four or a six, every time i pour out the syrup
suck a n_gga d_ck and you can get you a purse
[outro]
i got money, i just wanna f_ck her
caramel skin, i make her supper
drank a four or a six, every time i pour out the syrup
suck a n_gga d_ck and you can get you a purse
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