Correction Paroles Take It to Trial par Young Thug, Gunna & Yak Gotti

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[Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Young Thug]
Worth a couple hundred mill', no thousand
This bitch wanna f*ck me, but I charge by the hour
My neck and my wrist in the shower
Like how the f*ck you growing up and baby say you childish?
I just bought my young bitch a watch and now she wilding
Styling, profiling, you bitches can't devour
And I'm Creflo Dollar smiling
We somewhere on a island, vibing
Balls smell like powder (Let's go)
f*ck it, take it to trial (Yeah, yeah)

Take this shit to motherf*cking trial (Yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherf*cking trial, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherf*cking trial (Yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherf*cking trial, yеah (Yeah, yeah)

[Young Thug]
Slime green AP look likе herpes on my wrist, uh
Hold on, cook, woo, I'm so Chef Boyardee with the dish
I don't know you, bitch, don't try to tell me tie my kicks
Talkin' 'bout chips, ain't talkin' no dip

[Yak Gotti]
Tell my baby mama tripping, she don't get it
I'm on a mission to get these millions
I'm on the grind, and I'ma get it
No cap, nigga, no kizzy
Slime 'em out, then they 'gon tell 'em I ain't listen
Once he call, he 'gon say that I'm trippin
Ain't slime, that's just how I feel (Nope)
You do not meet the criteria (Nope)
I rep my life, for real (Yeah)
[?] my time, for real (Yeah)
For slimes, you know I kill (Yeah, yeah)
Baby good night, my dear
Trial, I done beat it twice, state, I'm undefeated like
Feds came and snatched me, I don't know, no point in asking
I was on Bleveland, stuck like a magnet
Bitch ass nigga, I shoot at your mammy
Need to stand down if you can't stand me
I don't turn down, I up my stamina
Take it to trial, get a appeal
Take it to trial, yeah, you 'gon whack 'em
No back and forth, we don't tongue wrestle
Pay for that casket, that's just if we whack 'em

[Gunna]
Yeah, yeah
My young niggas pulling up, Bentleys, Aston Martins, 'Raris and Teslas
Strapped with a FN, choppas, carbons, know some steppers
Got ice, not in no fridge, not in the safe, we like treasure
We f*ck, have a lot of sex and her head feel like pleasure
Shawty super slurpy, suck that birky out that dick (Oh wow)
Maybach came with curtains and I still went got it tint (On God)
YSL slimey and shady, they ain't wavy like my clique (Wavy)
High-end alterations, did that European stitch
f*ck niggas get hit, I got me a opp list
I'm quick to switch topics, ah, no way I can snitch (No way)
Watch me whack that bitch, pop 'em like a cyst
Glock with the assist

[Young Thug]
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

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