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Yung Booke - Go Getta lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I let my homies air ya out
Like a car that's been sittin' for seven days
Yeah, and you can split the money seven ways
Or, let them strip you like you work at place
Ray Bands, dark shades
Yeah, purple syrup, call it pink lemonade
I'm paid and I sip syrup all day
It's my sport you should call it Leanoray
Orange and purple (?)
Kush sprayed with finger spray
n***a I'm a (?) , you n***as (?)
I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that
I never ran from jack
If you make me run, sh** I'm back, uhhh

[Verse 2: Yung Booke]
(?) piece is too cold, neckpiece ridiculous
Ooh, my ring get me (?) like it been frost bitten
I be gettin' b**hes while you couch sittin'
You n***as soft as mitten, don't make me pay a visit
See I be in the kitchen, rappin' at (?)
You know I gotta keep the smell down, vacuum city
You broke locker, old (?), you can't pay attention
See I be in the trenches (?) and the b**hes
Franklin (?) and I'm like who is it
I let 'em right on in
Now why would I (?)
(?) ask your girlfriend, this (?)
I got the more hundreds, I (?) then

[Verse 3: MPA Wicced]
Oneway gettin' (?) this ain't no photo
And two nines stay with me, Rondo and Romo
Thug, f** what they talkin' bout, home (?) too quick
Follow my footsteps, but step over all the sh** that I kick
(?)
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So I might fall
Got my whites on and just sound like a motherf**er
Turn the lights off
Boss sh**, take a loss get it right back
Yeah, tax write off
f** n***a, nah we don't like ya'll
Damn, I'm a problem can't solve me
I'm fly as a b**h (?) me
Fake barbers tryna (?) me
Nah, not happenin'
But we foldin' n***as like napkins
No round of applause, we clappin'
(?) what's crackin' n***a

[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Thank you, thank you gentlemen, let me take that
Money is all I think about, I'm in love with that
Hunnids is all I'm bangin' on, I'm in love with cats
Money is all I'm talkin' now, where Franklin at?
I'm bout kick in the prison like take Franklin at
(?) they say you snitch n***a, what's up with that?
You homie but my crew say you (?) with that
You piss and sh**tin' on yourself n***a, you wrong for that
And ya, we from the sub and we don't f** with rats
Ay and if I ran from ya n***a, ey, I don't f** with crack
What up crap
OG Poppin' n***a
Ey, freaky f** what they say that n***a (?) quick
And I'm like freaky n***a go ahead with that bullsh**
Cause both, both of ya'll n***a hard
Both of ya'll got famous cliques
So let, let's get that rap money, f** them bricks
Uh, got stripes every day, it's zebra day
Uh, and if they play, let ninas spray
I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that
I never ran from jack
I mean they made me run but I'm back ugh

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