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Amazing fukking track. From beats, to rhymes, to arrangement. Even if you hate Thugger, this song is undeniable:
Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Pass me that lighter, I'm in dis bih' wid a well known supplier
I wan' be just like Michael, yeah, Mike Myers
Your boyfriend cannot see me like a sniper
I get my kush and dopey off a boat
I swear to God, you hit my kush, you choke
My pockets look like bookies like I spoke
Catch your bytch and I make her sing a note
Start at the bottom, went straight to the top
Stop at the middle and pick up a knot
Proceed to the top cause nikka you hot
I might give dis bih' whatever I got
[Hook]
Yeah mon, set up a shop
Yeah mon! Roll in a stop
Hey man, president watch
Hey mon, Ralph Lauren socks
Yeah mon!
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Skeet off a rollie, I pull up on bae
Mama ass so big, She taking up space, That shyt in the way
All of my diamonds they wet, I feel I got 'em out the sea
Pull up on shorty you know that I'm kicking the shyt like Spike Lee
I know all about you, I know where you be
Break em' somethin' off proper, If you wan' play with me
Where was y'all fukk nikka when I was screamin' out "help me out!"
Tryin' to take some now boy, you gon' hear about
Leave you dead on the couch with one in yo mouth
Put 50,000 on your head like a spouse
Aye, won't have me when my dikk go "Pow! Wow!"
And I done poured a fo' of that Act, then I rolled me a blunt from that
[Chorus]
Pass me that lighter, I'm in dis bih' wid a well known supplier
I wan' be just like Michael, yeah, Mike Myers
Your boyfriend cannot see me like a sniper
I get my kush and dopey off a boat
I swear to God, you hit my kush, you choke
My pockets look like bookies like I spoke
Catch your bytch and I make her sing a note
Start at the bottom, went straight to the top
Stop at the middle and pick up a knot
Proceed to the top cause nikka you hot
I might give dis bih' whatever I got
[Hook]
Yeah mon, set up a shop
Yeah mon! Roll in a stop
Hey man, president watch
Hey mon, Ralph Lauren socks
Yeah mon!
[Verse 2: MPA Duke]
Pass me the lighter, I'm packing the fire
Don't fukk with no liars, Michelin all on my tires
I'm moving the chickens - Mike Tyson
I'm burning these nikka like Niacin
I'm speeding, I don't have a licence
I'm bombing like Jerry, no Rice
Shooting the clip but I got me another one
Bussing, you running, No coming, No comment
Came up in the trench and nikka trying to turn some girl into a whole onion
I know the Birdman, I can get them chickens in whenever I want
Give me the word man, I can call up baby and I just getting piece in the morning
Pit in the fire, I'm spitting the fire
I think I'm a dragon, I'm all on the wire
Dressed to impress in my Balmain attire
These nikka be singin' like they in the choir
Was I gonna wanna be like Michael, no Myers
I do not hang with loners, I hang with buyers
nikkas still (?) egg goin' in the fryer
I cannot love her, I can jut one-night her
Roll up the weed then
[Chorus]
Pass me that lighter, I'm in dis bih' wid a well known supplier
I wan' be just like Michael, yeah, Mike Myers
Your boyfriend cannot see me like a sniper
I get my kush and dopey off a boat
I swear to God, you hit my kush, you choke
My pockets look like bookies like I spoke
Catch your bytch and I make her sing a note
Start at the bottom, went straight to the top
Stop at the middle and pick up a knot
Proceed to the top cause nikka you hot
I might give dis bih' whatever I got
[Hook]
Yeah mon, set up a shop
Yeah mon! Roll in a stop
Hey man, president watch
Hey mon, Ralph Lauren socks
Yeah mon!
Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Pass me that lighter, I'm in dis bih' wid a well known supplier
I wan' be just like Michael, yeah, Mike Myers
Your boyfriend cannot see me like a sniper
I get my kush and dopey off a boat
I swear to God, you hit my kush, you choke
My pockets look like bookies like I spoke
Catch your bytch and I make her sing a note
Start at the bottom, went straight to the top
Stop at the middle and pick up a knot
Proceed to the top cause nikka you hot
I might give dis bih' whatever I got
[Hook]
Yeah mon, set up a shop
Yeah mon! Roll in a stop
Hey man, president watch
Hey mon, Ralph Lauren socks
Yeah mon!
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Skeet off a rollie, I pull up on bae
Mama ass so big, She taking up space, That shyt in the way
All of my diamonds they wet, I feel I got 'em out the sea
Pull up on shorty you know that I'm kicking the shyt like Spike Lee
I know all about you, I know where you be
Break em' somethin' off proper, If you wan' play with me
Where was y'all fukk nikka when I was screamin' out "help me out!"
Tryin' to take some now boy, you gon' hear about
Leave you dead on the couch with one in yo mouth
Put 50,000 on your head like a spouse
Aye, won't have me when my dikk go "Pow! Wow!"
And I done poured a fo' of that Act, then I rolled me a blunt from that
[Chorus]
Pass me that lighter, I'm in dis bih' wid a well known supplier
I wan' be just like Michael, yeah, Mike Myers
Your boyfriend cannot see me like a sniper
I get my kush and dopey off a boat
I swear to God, you hit my kush, you choke
My pockets look like bookies like I spoke
Catch your bytch and I make her sing a note
Start at the bottom, went straight to the top
Stop at the middle and pick up a knot
Proceed to the top cause nikka you hot
I might give dis bih' whatever I got
[Hook]
Yeah mon, set up a shop
Yeah mon! Roll in a stop
Hey man, president watch
Hey mon, Ralph Lauren socks
Yeah mon!
[Verse 2: MPA Duke]
Pass me the lighter, I'm packing the fire
Don't fukk with no liars, Michelin all on my tires
I'm moving the chickens - Mike Tyson
I'm burning these nikka like Niacin
I'm speeding, I don't have a licence
I'm bombing like Jerry, no Rice
Shooting the clip but I got me another one
Bussing, you running, No coming, No comment
Came up in the trench and nikka trying to turn some girl into a whole onion
I know the Birdman, I can get them chickens in whenever I want
Give me the word man, I can call up baby and I just getting piece in the morning
Pit in the fire, I'm spitting the fire
I think I'm a dragon, I'm all on the wire
Dressed to impress in my Balmain attire
These nikka be singin' like they in the choir
Was I gonna wanna be like Michael, no Myers
I do not hang with loners, I hang with buyers
nikkas still (?) egg goin' in the fryer
I cannot love her, I can jut one-night her
Roll up the weed then
[Chorus]
Pass me that lighter, I'm in dis bih' wid a well known supplier
I wan' be just like Michael, yeah, Mike Myers
Your boyfriend cannot see me like a sniper
I get my kush and dopey off a boat
I swear to God, you hit my kush, you choke
My pockets look like bookies like I spoke
Catch your bytch and I make her sing a note
Start at the bottom, went straight to the top
Stop at the middle and pick up a knot
Proceed to the top cause nikka you hot
I might give dis bih' whatever I got
[Hook]
Yeah mon, set up a shop
Yeah mon! Roll in a stop
Hey man, president watch
Hey mon, Ralph Lauren socks
Yeah mon!
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