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• Artiste: Young Thug
• Titre: Fifth Day Dead
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Yeah (Ooh, no) Yeah (Ooh, no) Yeah (Ooh, no) Yeah, yeah (Ooh, no) Tell me (Ooh, no) Say (Ooh, no) Yeah Moncler coat 'cause I'm the coldest out I had twenty thousand pints sealed in a drought 12 bend the corner, me and the dogs gettin' out Got twenty-seven colors this Versace couch I got it from Birdman out of his Miami spot I told the bitch don't call me, she a Miami thot They hate to see you racking, big gold Pateks, rose gold White diamonds on my wrist just like my main bitch toes I cut the top off of the Benz, thats when it was cold I got a lot of thots, but got respect for my hoes I got a lot of spots to recess for all my kids in the back Playgrounds galore for teachers askin' why all of 'em brats Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck I throwed it to my dawgs, I told 'em fetch Fuck over opps, they can't see shit but this I fucked her hard, I put that bitch to bed I called 'em up and told him what he said He text me back five days and he was dead I told him bring my skeletons out the shed I been sippin' on Wock', this ain't no red Passport shawty, I can take this bitch places High heel Chanel, oh, she rockin' big aces A pussy nigga wish that he could trade places I told a nigga, "You must be kidding, I'm goin' Maison" I called my watch stupid 'cause the time froze One-fifty for my tooth and when I find hoes My niggas smoke Biscotti, not the pine cone My nigga Jimbo did a dime, now he back home I been countin' money all night long I told my dawgs we can't fall off no more I used to walk down, I'm buyin' out the store Her body was natural, now she plastic, she a Barbie Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck I throwed it to my dawgs, I told 'em fetch Fuck over opps, they can't see shit but this I fucked her hard, I put that bitch to bed I called 'em up and told him what he said He text me back five days and he was dead I told him bring my skeletons out the shed I been sippin' on Wock', this ain't no red Yeah (Ooh, no) Yeah (Ooh, no) Yeah (Ooh, no) Yeah, yeah (Ooh, no) Tell me (Ooh, no) Say (Ooh, no) Yeah, yeah