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With That
Young Thug feat. Duke
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Yeah
I'm so through with that
I'm so through with that
We got London on the Track
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Dropped on the head of any nigga that want it, man
Pop me a Xanny, I'm fast, I'm so fast
I'm so faster than Sonic, man (Woo)
True the man, true the man, true to my nigga
True Religion Buddha man (Woo)
My money stack tall as Ludacris' afro
And I swear I'ma shoot with that (Woo)
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that?
Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that (Ooh)
I'm so fresh like dish detergent
If you not fresh you so through with that (So fresh)
If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that
Yes, you not cool, no, you not bool (What?)
I don't give no damn, I'm not calling you boo
My bitch, she a jewel
You can't prove a point, boy, you know you so doomed (You dig?)
You know you so doomed (Yeah)
I swear I'm so lost with no clue
Don't know what to do (What?)
Over loud, over loud, I over loud on these niggas
Ain't know how to milk these cows
She made that dick grow, now, it big like a tower
Yow, front pockets filled up with bands, no Bible
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Dropped on the head of any nigga that want it, man (Woo)
Pop me a Xanny, I'm fast, I'm so fast
I'm so faster than Sonic man (Woo, woo)
True the man, true the man, true to my nigga
True Religion Buddha man (True it, woo)
My money stack tall as Ludacris' afro
And I swear I'ma shoot with that (Sheesh, sheesh)
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that?
Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that (Skrrt)
I'm so fresh like dish detergent
And if you not fresh you so through with that (Clean)
If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that
Pull up, hop out on the block
They tuck in they tail, I go, "Who the clan?" (Cacaw, cacaw)
We dressed in all-black
I'm always on the road, just like a Uber man (I'm textin')
We wrappin' and sendin' them packs
Soon as they land we movin' em (Wrapped, shipped)
Blame it on the OGs, they influenced me (I'm ridin' with felons)
Ain't gonna count money nigga
I ain't just made money, nigga (Ain't just met money, nigga)
I put lipstick on the 'Rari, she say that's delicious (Skrr-skrr-skrr-skrr)
Who that is in that Crown Vic? He look suspicious (Oh, him, shh)
I just jugged a hundred pounds, I made a
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Dropped on the head of any nigga that want it, man
Pop me a Xanny, I'm fast, I'm so fast
I'm so faster than Sonic, man (Woo, woo)
True the man, true the man, true to my nigga
True Religion Buddha man (Sheesh, woo)
My money stack tall as Ludacris' afro
And I swear I'ma shoot with that (Yeah, sheesh, sheesh)
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that?
Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that
I'm so fresh like dish detergent
If you not fresh, you so through with that (Fresh)
If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that
Yeah, you not cool with that
No, you not cool with that
No, you not cool with that
Yeah
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