Young Thug - Floyd Mayweather Lyrics
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Floyd Mayweather
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What Are The Lyrics For Floyd Mayweather By Young Thug?
This real talk type shit, I swear to God
We just don't call this shit drink, you know I'm sayin'? Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch, damn Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch I got, six brand new foreigns on my wrist I got six Forgiatos on my fist I got fifty foreign hoes on my dick I'mma nut in all 'em hoes, lets have some chicks, aye Nigga tried to hit a lick and missed Tried to run then I caught him like a fish I'mma catch his ass with the whole clip I'mma beat they ass up like Ron Artest Pussy nigga ran like a miss I got your bitch up under water tryna kiss, aye Hammer gon' shit and take a piss, aye We done fucked her legs and fucked her face, woah I'm sellin' purple rain, RIP to Prince When I was behind the fence they treated me like a prince So much jewelry on her pussy gettin' tense 1017 the ones you don't wanna diss And you can never be like 'Wop you little snitch You make me mad, I have a threesome with your bitch I'm from costa east Atlanta, yeah the 6 I make one brick turn to two, I know a trick Don't walk and limp my chopper is my walkin' stick Everybody got they pack boy, ready to dip, Europe UK, 25,000 dollars on a trip I just-I just found out rats could use they lips I got, I got, I got me a thirty round clip I got one in the head, thirty one rounds on my hip Aye, okay, Lil Dora said I would born with a steel My lawyer say it's guaranteed when he appeal I got a bad bitch wit' me and yeah she strip I'm in Vegas spendin' thousand with my chips I can't love these bitches, fell in love the rip I was doin' this shit just for my peers Hop out, put inside my blood, my sweat, my tears Do this shit all on my own, don't need no deal Diamonds flawless 'round my neck, gave me a chill Lately I've been flyin' on them Lears Flyin' cross the world, these bitches killin' me Flood her bank account with bands 'cause she feelin' me Nigga cash on delivery If it's a snake on my clothes then it's double G I don't like police hoes, ain't no cuffin' me All my diamonds dancin' like they Bruce Lee Check out my smile I got some new teeth Pop a molly now I'm in the fuckin' air Cloud nine and I'm smokin' like the fuckin' barrel We at the club port, you niggas never there I wouldn't even count, lil bitch this our year I do it for my fam, 20 racks on gifts Bitch we blowin' gas, roll me up a spliff Now what you think a young nigga grindin' for? I sip it 'til I'm sleep, might overdose She made it out the hood and left that dope bowl Get them bricks from my momma, she got truck loads F*ck you mean you get it from your mami ho? Yeah Diamonds all on my chin, diamonds all on my fork Piercin' in my nose, diamond in my nose Giuseppe open toes, diamonds on my toes I just got a family pack of Jimmy Choos, damn I just bought a chopper and I'm ready to use it, damn I got a lot of bitches comin' by the twos I got a lot of bitches, Balmain buy a few Big di-diamonds but we call 'em jewels All these racks think I sell dog foods I spend thousand on my fuckin' shoes Pull up in this Ave, it cost the Christian Loubes Nigga watch your mouth, we ain't fuckin' cool Boy you sell the molly, it's a fuckin' fool Take this shit out and shoot |
Who Wrote Floyd Mayweather By Young Thug?
Bryan Lamar Simmons, Devante Wilkes, Eduardo Augusto Jr. Burgess, Jacques Webster, Javin Andrews, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jonathan Antonio De La Rosa, Radric Delantic Davis, Rashad Andrews, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass
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What's The Duration Of The Floyd Mayweather By Young Thug?The duration of Floyd Mayweather is 4:32 minutes and seconds. |
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