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young thug - penthouse كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
raah, yeah

[chorus]
i was in a new bentley riding to the stars
i got a 12 car garage, i’m no fraud
cold crew, dripping we supreme, we [?]
more lean on ice and i got lean in my cup
got cream in my pocket and i put cream on my cars
hakeem, the one of one, and i got a bad, bad broad
she would clean the nuts and all
if i ain’t got my lean, no discussion at all, yeah

[verse 1]
backstabber, back jabber breaking up hoes
i got big [?] splattered in my dome
i got addies on the opps, don’t go home
don’t worry about staking out my house, you’ll need a drone
i’m in a big one lil’ b-tch, the top floor, yeah
who that is peepin’ in my window?
that ain’t n-body cause i’m living in a penthouse, yeah
god sunday, popped up at my crib with money
i got b-tches tryna f-ck me from monday to sunday
i could put four patek philippe’s on my wrist
i could put three richard milles on my b-tch
i could put 12 million cash at the crib
i got 12 million cash in the hills
i put 125 in both my ears
’bout to put ysl and freebandz on a blimp
my old lady left me, oh well
that’s why i bought 20 chains for the real
before i put a hot spot in my crib
if i don’t trust a b-tch, i pay the hoe to dip (yeah)

[verse 2]
i drink so much actavis i p-ss all day
i lost my first drug case to that ho renae
you got to be from the real atlanta to know that name
gotta deal with that hannah montana to be in that lane
i hold money in my hands even when i record
i got money in my veins comin’ out my pores
when my b-tch investigate i slap the source
my coupe white and brown like smores, no remorse
i counted a million in cash, my first time snortin’
i called a ambulance, i was higher than new york
speaking of york, i just bought my b-tch the yorkie
real street n-gg-, we made it outta ebt, yeah

[bridge]
i remember the first time my momma called my phone, n-gg- it was like three and a half years ago
she was like, “bae they cut my food stamps off, what the f-ck goin’ on?”
i was like “man, kick your feet up, we ain’t going back, ya digg”
now every year i reward her for her birthday, you know, for christmas, all the holidays
and i take care of my whole family n-gg-, and anybody can vouch for it
it’s on god, know what i’m sayin’, no fraud (yeah)

[chorus]
i was in a new bentley riding to the stars
i got a 12 car garage, i’m no fraud
cold crew, dripping we supreme we [?]
i got lean on ice, and i got lean in my cup
got cream in my pocket, and i put cream on my cars
hakeem, one of one, and i got bad, bad broads
she clean the nuts and all
if i ain’t got no lean, no discussion at all, yeah

- young thug

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