Correction Paroles She Bumped Her Head par Young Thug

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(Makers)
I'll pull up on 'em, pull up
Yeah
sh*t, I'll get it, no cap
(Run that back, Turbo)
Sex

My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (Sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners (Shh)
I don't know what a n***a told you
But he should've told you I'm killin' him (Should've told)
I've been draped in Margielas
And I don't need credentials (Don't need credentials, baby)
If a n***a can't put that sh*t on (What?)
Gotta get off the premises (Beat it, gotta go)
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)
'Cause a n***a was strugglin' (No cap)
Had to put all my young n***as on
Ain't no jewelry we sharing (No jewelry)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these n***as been trippin' (Both us got 'em, fool)

I triple up, pour up my cup and it's all Tussion'
My coupe got nitro and all dustin' (Yeah)
We smokin' these n***as like kush
Yeah, when we f**k on these hoes, make 'em gush (Woo)
Pop out the Bentley Mulsanne, head to Tootsies
I f**k on your ho and she say that's my pu**y
I wet paper napkin, I'm wipin' my d**k off
This Actavis slushin', my ho drink that Cristal
She wrapped in saran, dressed fresh as she can
'Cause I just been playin' with these bands (Racks)
I open my hand, there's nothin' but bands
Now YSL big as Japan (On God)
I had dropped in the Lam', ducked fast as I can
'Cause I was gettin' trailed by a van (Skrrt)
I'm poppin', my mama, my b*t*h
And even my baby mama whip a sedan (Woo)
I just spent some bands, spent five-hundred grand
I'm waitin' on these bags to land (Racks)
I'm cool as a fan, you play with my man
And we come and takin' your land
I took YSL from here to the can
And got n***as waitin' to land (Slatt)
I told all my n***as, "Sit back, it's a scam"
When these n***as go on a rant

My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (Sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners (Shh)
I don't know what a n***a told you
But he should've told you I'm killin' him (Should've told)
I've been draped in Margielas
And I don't need credentials (Don't need credentials, baby)
If a n***a can't put that sh*t on (What?)
Gotta get off the premises (Beat it, gotta go)
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)
'Cause a n***a was strugglin' (No cap)
Had to put all my young n***as on
Ain't no jewelry we sharing (No jewelry)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these n***as been trippin'

Spent a whole hundred racks on the plain Jane
That's a cool pretty penny, you lil' bitty b*t*hes
Know me by my first and my last name
I done went got the riches, I'm matchin' the vision
I'm f**kin' these hoes in the backstage
No, I don't do no kisses
She know I just tip her and send her on home like a Backpage
I been playin' with this ice, look like Ice Age
I just got me a rose gold chain, it remind me of Moët
Got the Louis V shirt and belt and chain, should have seen how I wore it (Yeah, yeah)
I call the slimes that'll pull up with the things that'll kill all the noise
After U.S., now I'm headed out to Spain, I got foreign lil' whores
That biscotti, I smoke it like a train, smell that sh*t in my kidney
I got lil' shawty inside a Mulsanne, she don't know it's a Bentley
She asked me for a lil' help on her back end and you know that I did it
Found an old check and I went to go cash it, lot of money we gettin'

My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (Sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners (Shh)
I don't know what a n***a told you
But he should've told you I'm killin' him (Should've told)
I've been draped in Margielas
And I don't need credentials (Don't need credentials, baby)
If a n***a can't put that sh*t on (What?)
Gotta get off the premises (Beat it, gotta go)
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)
'Cause a n***a was strugglin' (No cap)
Had to put all my young n***as on
Ain't no jewelry we sharing (No jewelry)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these n***as been trippin' (Both us got 'em, fool)

I ordered two more two-tones
Callin' my plug on two phones
Lambos, six-fours, got it offset, it's sittin' low
My sh*t stainless, don't put your fingers on it
No, these ain't no finger waves, b*t*h, this ain't Tony! Toni! Toné!
I feel like Kurt Cobain, hit your brain with the shotgun
Get my n***as do it for me, I never shot one
And watch her get on her knees, give me that rug burn
I told her I got five on me, send me the wire (Ooh)

My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (Yeah, Sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners (No, shh)
I don't know what a n***a told you
But he should've told you I'm killin' him (Killin' him)
I've been draped in Margielas (Ooh)
And I don't need credentials (I don't need credentials, baby)
If a n***a can't put that sh*t on (What?)
Gotta get off the premises (Beat it, girl, gotta go)
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Oh)
'Cause a n***a was strugglin' (No cap)
Had to put all my young n***as on
Ain't no jewelry we sharing (Ooh, yeah, no jewelry)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day (Ooh, yeah)
'Cause these n***as been trippin' (Ooh, yeah, both us got 'em, fool)

That biscotti, I smoke it like a train, smell that sh*t on my Porsche
This my lil' shawty first time inside the Lam', she can't open the doors
I do not f**k with you disloyal n***as, thought the world could be yours
Cross out the double and hit him with a triple hitter, no other choice

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