Paroles de la chanson Eww par Young Thug
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Paroles de la chanson Eww par Young Thug
What you gonna do when I pull up on you nigga?
I don’t know
Pussy nigga know that he a cat like Tigger
…
… baseball bat
Pull up with them F&Ns coming out the hatch
Pussy mother fucker scared to say it to my front, so I’m blowin’ out his back
… make a nigga reconsider
Bands in my pants got me lookin’ a little bigger
Red just like Elmo but I never fucking giggle
You can suck my pickle for a nickel
Eww eww eww
Eww eww eww, eww
I don’t know
Pussy nigga know that he a cat like Tigger
…
… baseball bat
Pull up with them F&Ns coming out the hatch
Pussy mother fucker scared to say it to my front, so I’m blowin’ out his back
… make a nigga reconsider
Bands in my pants got me lookin’ a little bigger
Red just like Elmo but I never fucking giggle
You can suck my pickle for a nickel
Eww eww eww
Eww eww eww, eww
How many niggas standin’ around you would die for you?
… sprayin’ on ‘em, niggas started …
Honestly, truthfully told, YSL won’t fold
Nigga sell dope from the balcony walk into the house and change clothes
YSL wipe a nigga nose
We don’t give a damn if it’s indoors or outdoors
We gotta have that, gon’ grab that
… slap that, smack that shit
Every day I keep the bands on me, I’m a lick
If a nigga think I’m sweet then his tongue gettin’ split
I ain’t doin’ any features unless you give me your bitch
I’ma fuck for the cash then she gettin robbed by tick
Eww eww eww
Eww eww eww, eww
Hundred bands inside of my pants
Make the mothafucka dance on the stage
Bitch it’s a parade
Po’in 4s is a sport Leanarade
50 whole k spent on my hygiene
Drinking so much lean that my pee clean
808 just might be the dream team
Bitch got some good brain, call her Pinky
Bag full of weed, no lighter
In the kitchen rappin’ rappin’ like cypher
You know damn well I like her, I’ma bite her
In a Bentley on West Lee gettin trailed by sniper
How the fuck you feel I don’t mean nothin
All them mills in the bando no clean nothin
Run and tell the cop, tell em I don’t serve the fiend nothin’
Pullin off like “SIKE!”
Bitch I got the bando, fifty hundreds
Spot round the corner filled up with onions
Big homie got a whole truck load
Me and Scooter take a trip to Lil’ Mexico
All I ever wanted was money, all I ever wanted was the money
Put your hands in the air if you dare any motherfucker to step over here F&N put em in a wheel chair
Eww eww eww
Eww eww eww, eww
Pullin off like “SIKE!”
Bitch I got the bando, fifty hundreds
Spot round the corner filled up with onions
Big homie got a whole truck load
Me and Scooter take a trip to Lil’ Mexico
All I ever wanted was money, all I ever wanted was the money
Put your hands in the air if you dare any motherfucker to step over here F&N put em in a wheel chair
Eww eww eww
Eww eww eww, eww
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