Young Thug - Hey, I lyrics

[Chorus] I think she ready for a kiddy She told me she gon' make me miss her She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing She gotta love him, Peter Griffin Nut on the front of her head like I'm Eddie Griffin I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted [Verse 1] Where the f** you going girl? I miss you I wanna bang like a pistol I wanna bang like a crip do I'm banging red like soo woo, ooh Brand new rollie I'm living sporty Flood you with gold like a trophy She still the bomb, call her lotus Hey, racks keep me up with that Folger's I'm up, I'm up I might hit 'em with them bucks just incase he out luck This a Crime Mob lifestyle n***a knuck if you buck Just cause I'm in New York with a puck Don't mean you won't get stuck up, up Ay, I might just tell these hoes my secret First I like them red like a demon A purse, every time lil' momma catch me cheating Starburst, I won't eat it unless she creamy [Chorus] I think she ready for a kiddy She told me she gon' make me miss her She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing She gotta love him, Peter Griffin Nut on the front of her head like I'm Eddie Griffin I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted [Verse 2] I, done completed my little mission I, put something in your stomach next to your kidney I, want nothing to do with none of these lil b**hes I, want something to do with everything and I'm willing To go to church and ask God there for forgiveness For everything and tell that preacher that I'm gon' remember Him bringing You in my life and that's on my children f** all them other hoes talking, they Wendy Williams Now your wrist got ice like December I pour out the paint like Mutumbo I'm a f**ing lion like Simba And, yeah my girl ballin' like Kendra [Chorus] I think she ready for a kiddy She told me she gon' make me miss her She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing She gotta love him, Peter Griffin Nut on the front of her head like I'm Eddie Griffin I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted