TM88 - Danny Glover Remix lyrics

[Hook: Young Thug] Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her I'm a save her, yes, like Danny Glover I'm a call my partner 'fore her, I f** her mother I pa** them a molly, now they kiss each other Every time I f**, I gotta hit me least like two b**hes Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists Foreign car outside, that b**h got two digits Money stand like eight feet, just like two midgets [Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] Who the f** told them that Trae not the king of the streets, sh** I rep like no other Yea I get money like Diddy, but everything else by me came out the gutter That's why I pull up with no ceilings like Weezy, yelling f** a hater no rubber Dare one of you pussies to run up on me, it be over put that on my mother I-I am not backing down, hang up my chopper, no f**ing round f**ing with me, I'm a shut it down Bullets come flying, no ducking down Won't nothing be funny, I'm not a clown Have k**ers and (jail) n***as touching down Shut the f** up, not a f**ing sound You no longer sh** cause I'm back in town Money so long, I ain't got a f**ing limit Haters get brushed, name sh** (shouldn't been in it) Hoes ain't sh**, give em' back like they rented Trusain bolt, every night I run up in it Everything black, presidential (? ?) n***as can't see me like a young n***a tinted Home town (?), for the crown I'll win it Stay on point, other n***as can't pin it [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Thug] Who the f** told you that Young Thugger Thugger don't f** up the beat? I got six cars and I also got rentals and all of 'em tinted No, I'm not Nipsey, not from L.A., but I got keys to the city I f** it, I s** it, I beat it down, then she beat me to the ceilin' Stoner my lifestyle, I'm livin' too wild I came to make you proud, that money keep her around In love with her head, I can't turn it down Can't wait for my time to come back around She see that you don't got Lil Haiti's style Plus I just seen Snoop on Girls Gone Wild I just bought a Bentley and a b**h came with it Young rich n***a hittin' million dollar licks Balling in New York like a motherf**ing Knick You better have them racks, you ever want to hear me spit And everywhere I go I got a pa** like the staff I'm goin' off top like a motherf**in' lay up 357, six shots like Al I left ten bands in a motherf**in' cab [Hook] [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] Every time I come out I ain't never with no new b**hes These b**hes is stealing, I'mma sue b**hes Dripping down his dick, this p**y too vicious Every time I f** him I say "Whose is it?" Who the f** tell 'em that they was like Nicki? Oh no, b**hes didn't! I'mma give b**hes a minute of shine then I'll tell 'em good riddance To raise a child, it might take a village But I wouldn't know cause these b**hes my sons; yes, they was, and they still is Gave him the kitten, now that n***a smitten Told him to hop in my foreign and then I said "No, I'm just kiddin'!" Hell of a livin', you b**hes on chitlins When I come out of my mansion I sprinkle some bread to the pigeons b**hes is lyin', they lyin', they lyin', they lie in they bio So I ain't f**in' with chickens unless I got pico de gallo Girls is plottin', what more could they steal? Tell Justin Timberlake that I am comin for Jessica Biel b**h I'm a star-rah, you n***as, I holla tomarrah Doors go up cause I am too rich to cop a Gallardo No regular doors, on Aventadors Painted it pink just so I could take pictures while you rented yours Hell of a ticket, hell of a price I want it, I get it, I wire the money, I never think twice I am not gay, but lesbi precise Cause if she pretty, then watch it cause I'mma be f**in' ya wife