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Young Thug - Floyd Mayweather lyrics

Feat :  & The Gunna & Gucci Mane

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ayy, ayy
This real talk turn sh**, swear to God
We just gon' call this sh** drip, you know I'm sayin'?
Ayy, ayy
Lil b**h, you ridin' n***as dicks like a b**h, damn
Lil b**h, you ridin' n***as dicks like a b**h

[Young Thug]
I got, six brand new foreigns on my wrist
I got six Forgiatos on my fist
I got fifty foreign hoes on my dick
I'ma nut in all 'em hoes, lets have some chicks
n***a tried to hit a lick and missed
Tried to run then I caught him like a fish
I'ma catch his a** with the whole clip
I'ma beat they a** up like Ron Artest
p**y n***a ran like a Miss
I got your b**h up under water tryna kiss
I'ma gon' and sh** and take a piss
You done f**ed a legend, f**ed her face
[Gucci Mane]
I'm sellin' purple rain, RIP to Prince
When I was behind the fence they treated me like a prince
So much j**elry on, her p**y gettin' tense
1017's the ones you don't wanna diss
And you can never be like 'Wop you little snitch
You make me mad, I have a threesome with your b**h
I'm from costa east Atlanta, yeah the 6
I make one brick turn to two, I know a trick
Don't walk and limp my chopper is my walkin' stick

[Gunna + (Travis Scott)]
VVS's hit all (?) on neck (yeah-yeah)
Chop the top off that Stringray Corvette (yeah)
Two b**hes with me, they on molly, they on X (yeah)
Took my foreign to the club, pulled in a vip
Took some ho to the hotel, made 'em strip
She s**ed me loose I had to give that b**h a tip (yeah-yeah)
Everybody smashed that ho, that b**h the (?) (yeah-yeah)

[Young Thug + (Travis Scott)]
I done got that pack boy then I dip, Europe
UK 25,000 dollars on a trip
I just-I just found out rats can use they lips (yeah)
I got, I got, I got me a thirty round clip
I got one in the head, thirty one rounds on my hip (yeah)
Aye, okay, Lil Dora said I was born with a sk**
My lawyer say it's guaranteed when he appeal (yeah)
I got a bad b**h wit' me and yeah she strip

[Travis Scott]
Shake it, I tip
I sip, I dip (it's lit)
Grip, I drip
I k**ed, I
All I eat is lean no lie and pills (oh my God)
Put that, put that in my girl (straight up)
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Makin' p**no videos and takin' stills
Turn that, turn that to a film (drip)
Yeah anywhere we go (yeah)
I bring the snow
I fill your nose (straight up)
Ether, howdy my mamacita?
Stay away Lucifer, she s**y in that all white beater (yeah)
Dynamite no whine up
Have you fly from India, have you fly from China
I won't feel you honestly, strap up for these nighters

I'm in Vegas spendin' thousand with my chips
I can't love these b**hes, fell in love the rip
I was doin' this sh** just for my peers
I would put inside my blood, my sweat, my tears
Do this sh** all on my own, don't need no deal
Diamonds flawless 'round my neck, gave me a chill
Lately I've been flyin' on them Lear
Flyin' cross the world, these b**hes k**in' me

[Young Thug]
Flood her bank account with bands cause she feelin' me
n***a cash on delivery
If it's a snake on my clothes then it's double G
I don't like police hoes, ain't no cuffin' me
All my diamonds dancin' like they Bruce Lee
Check out my smile I got some new teeth
Pop a molly now I'm in the f**in' air
Cloud nine and I'm smokin' like the f**in' bear

We at the club port, you n***as never there
I wouldn't even care, lil b**h that's how it is
I do it for my fam, 20 racks on gifts
b**h we blowin' gas, roll me up a spliff
Now what you think a young n***a grindin' for?
I sip it till I sleep, might overdose
She made it out the hood and left that dope bowl
Get them bricks from my momma, she got truck loads

[Young Thug]
f** you mean you get it from your man main ho? Yeah
Diamonds all on my chin, diamonds all on my fork
Piercin' in my nose, diamond in my nose
Giuseppe open toes, diamonds on my toes
I just got a family pack of Jimmy Choos, damn
I just bought a chopper and I'm ready to use it, damn
I got a lot of b**hes comin' by the twos
I got a lot of b**hes, Balmain buy a few

Big di-diamonds but we call 'em j**els
All these racks think I sell dog foods
I spend thousand on my f**in' shoes
Pull up in this Ave, it cost the Christian Loubes
n***a watch your mouth, we ain't f**in' cool
Boy you sell the molly, that's a f**in' fool
Take this sh** out and shoot

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