baby (feat. trae tha truth) - Young Thug

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Oh thug out

Yeah yeah

We got London on the track my track

I'm screaming baby yeah

I let the reaper get my soul oh

Oh if you know you wanna go oh

I'm slime whenever you 'posed

Shoot a missile no toes

Same time I'm screaming baby yeah

I let the devil get my soul oh

Oh if you know you wanna go oh

I'm slime whenever you 'posed

Shoot a missile no toes yeah

All the muscles comin' out the hip

Comin' out the hip tell 'em

Off the rip

I'mma try to hit the P***y nigga in the hip

Pull up and air the **** out ain't talking no heat but I dip

You tryna show out in front of a freak now you the RIP

Faygo cream soda my choice hear it in my voice

Yo' main ***** wanna hear my voice it make her moist

Make her moist

Hit that cat from the back and watch it make a weird noise

Niggas excited by these ******* them them weird boys

So many bands in my pockets I need zippers off clothes

These niggas hiding these ******* they got zippers on h*es

All of my dogs bangin' red like Clifford

Two bands on my Louis scarf as big as a quiddilt

January to December I'm screaming baby

Yeah

I'm screaming baby yeah

I let the reaper get my soul oh

Oh if you know you wanna go oh

I'm slime whenever you 'posed

Shoot a missile no toes

Same time I'm screaming baby yeah

I let the devil get my soul oh

Oh if you know you wanna go oh

I'm slime whenever you 'posed

Shoot a missile no toes yeah

Everyone yelling out king

So I tell 'em bow down 'cause I'm back in this *****

I ain't never been the one to talk cash ****

Just back my **** all black my ****

With a ***** that like to take stuff off

That'll dump on niggas if **** jump off

I'mma run up on a nigga till I run him off

No stamp but I swear a nigga send 'em off

I pray I don't end up in Hell Hell

A cell ain't gon' hold me for life

But I know these ho niggas gon' tell tell

But this chopper gon' make him get right

I know I don't deserve it

Straight up I just can't swerve it

Broke niggas on my nerves bad

It's beef soon as I serve it

I gotta keep this fire

Just in case these niggas wanna fire me up

I know they don't accept the truth

Can't shut me up finna wire me up

Never no pressure **** a professor

School 'em while I'm in the kitchen

Teaching niggas the measure this concrete Hell nigga

I'm screaming baby yeah

I let the reaper get my soul oh

Oh if you know you wanna go oh

I'm slime whenever you 'posed

Shoot a missile no toes

Same time I'm screaming baby yeah

I let the devil get my soul oh

Oh if you know you wanna go oh

I'm slime whenever you 'posed

Shoot a missile no toes yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

And let the track on beat

Yeah yeah I'm trouble trouble

I'm on the beat

Darling and the ************

***** gang and trouble on the beat

Girl I for the reason baby

Yeah yeah yeah

I let

Yeah yeah

Need a less ****

And a little dish yeah

My lifestyle

Oh yeah

Kiddy spin for the back tip top my lifestyle

Lifestyle

Yeah let let let let the get

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