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• Artiste: Young Thug
• Titre: Constantly Hating
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Pour that shit up fool, it's ours. Monster! Man so you ain't gonna pour? Oh so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to fuck... okay bool Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (SKRRRRR) Pulled up on the Birdman I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a monster You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (just for the night) Them snakes on the plane, me and Cognac-conda (condas) I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia I heard I put it in the spot, yessir she told me My niggas workin', these niggas YSL only I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way But we not friendly either, you know it Yeah thumbs up I've seen more holes than a golf course [?] My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us You got a body, lil nigga, we got a ton of 'em You got some Robin's, lil nigga, we got some Balmains I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks) But really what is it to do When the whole world constantly hatin' on you? Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you Nigga tell me what you do Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga? I got a hundred things to do And I can't stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures Yeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, nigga Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga We created Ks on shoulders, nigga I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga Birdman Willie B Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese Hundred K on private flights overseas Choppas City nigga, free BG Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG But really what is it to do When the whole world constantly hatin' on you? Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you Nigga tell me what you do Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga? I got a hundred things to do And I can't stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures Nigga I'm a crack addict Thought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it Been Lil' Boosie Badazz at it I'ma drop a nigga like, just like a bad habit I sit to the ground like a mothafuckin' road I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga you a pup Lil' bitch clean your drawers before you think you're a thug Before I be in front your shows, just like your boo I ain't even lyin', baby I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby I might dap you like, "good try," baby B, B livin', baby Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs I promise their mama see them this week And I don't break promises with my Ds (them my dogs) I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds She know I am a beast, I am so beast In Miami I swear they don't got good weed Wiz Khalifa can you give me some weed please? Yeah, overseas, nigga. Top floor, clear windows, nigga. Glass house. Drivin' GT. You understand, we in that Red Light District. You understand, 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga. You understand me? Just livin' the life, boy. Aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga. We can blow a mil', boy. Rich Gang YSL. Bllllat!