Young Thug - Keep It Leave (Little Bitty Bitch) | Текст песни

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[Hook]
I became a rich nigga
You became a bitch nigga
Pull up, pull up and get hit nigga
Hey, 300 Thugga with the shits nigga
But I ain't even bum for this
I keep it stored so don't come for this
I press for tax like I'm thumbing shit
I bought an Audi for my mom and shit

[Verse 1]
Hey, she want me to stay and come in it
Hey, me and Metro makin’ her dumb as shit
Hey, both of our wrists costin' a ton of bricks
Hey, we trampoline nigga, jumpin' shit
Hey, we sip codeine, nigga, leanin' it
Hoes, they want us bad, yeah, we fien'ing cliques
Ha, got choppa boys, nigga, mean in it
Don't say nun' tuff if you not meanin' it
My dick a window, bitches lean in it
I play for keeps but i'm not keeping it
I got her pregnant and she keep it
I fucked her friend and now she heated
She put it down so it's a secret
Tell them strippin' bitches don’t miss your blessin'
(Metro) I swear to god bro, I would kill for ya
(Metro) I swear get higher than a lift for ya
(Metro..)
I cook that white like Britney Spears for ya
I pop his bubble like a beer for ya
Your birthday turn to a leader bring them cheers for ya
Everybody that you can't stand, I get a chair for ya
I swear to god, I cry a tear for ya
I'mma pull up wit' bald pussy, yeah, Nair for ya
And she don’t want nothin but a check
Everything you steal I'mma clear for ya
Suck that dick til you get a broke neck
I'm the real black Kimbo, all my foes said
Buy her YSL and now she loaded
I'm a real bro, nigga, no test
Hey, I'm focused in a Focus

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm a man, you a lil bitty boy
Don't look at my pants, every one em' worth a buck
You look in the sky, bitch, I'm one of those stars
Took a look back, yeah, all of them my boys
20 Escalades and ain’t none of them cars
20 Ace of Spades got me lookin' like the bar
I don’t wanna play unless I'ma do a bar
Ridin' with my blood, they Piru, oh boy
When I see yo' bitch I say "I wanna take a pic wit' cha"
Nigga rich, talk a whole lotta shit so I had to name my son Richard
But I might pull a bitch swaggin' like a pop-star
No J but I’m a rock-star
First plug was a rasta
‘Fari, jeweled up on a brand new Maserati
Pulled up, Follies with a bitch she a hottie
I’m the real Cash Out you other niggas stop it
Fuck around with kiesha i got birds i'm with keke, Ya dig?
First off you can't see me so how could you be me? i diggggggggggg
Ya dig? cop a new coupe and pull up on ya kid
(skrttttttttttttt)
Ya dig? how you know metro thuggin' in yo bitch, i dig
One ring, don’t answer, bye bitch
Church flow, son of a witch

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Bad bitches want me to stay and coming in it
Hey! me and metro making her dumb and shit
Hey! both of our wrists costin cost a ton of bricks
Hey, we trampoline nigga jumping and shit
Hey, we sip codeine nigga leaning it
Hoes, they want us bad yeah we fiening cliques
HA, got choppas boy nigga mean in it
Hey, don’t say nothin' tough if you're not meaning it
My dick a window bitches leaning it
I play for keeper but i'm not keeping it
I got her pregnant and she keep it
I fucked her friend and now she heated
She put it down so it’s a secret
Tell them strippin' bitches “dont miss your blessing”

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