Jonesboro

Young Thug

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    Man, fuck that, fuck that
    Metro in this bitch goin' brazy (yeah)

    Comin' out of jonesboro south (ayy)
    Nigga havin' golds all through they mouth, yeah
    Lifetime goals (woo), runnin' through the roof (wha'?)
    Pullin' out the ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah)
    Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do?
    I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof (woo)
    My spot is a army base and I got the proof (what up?)
    Send my bitch on vacay, put her in a coupe

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    Change the channel, I don't wanna see none these pussy niggas (nah)
    I've been fuckin' niggas' bitches and gettin' plenty figures
    On the road to riches and got the realest with us
    Slaughter gang wit' me, nigga, knives, not a scissors
    Street nigga with a bunch of lives like a tiger (yeah)
    Y'all niggas just a bunch of dykes fuckin' niggas
    Nigga told and hе was my homie, I can't miss him
    Ain't nobody feel him
    Tell me what you seen, what you saw
    I donе ran it up, I'm guessin' which broad
    I'ma take her home tonight
    I'm tryna see who I'm takin' home tonight
    I seen a jawn gettin' shot at the light (yeah-yeah)
    They got to arguin' over new crack pipe (yeah-yeah-yeah)
    I call the seamstress, my pants ain't tight enough
    None of my bitches tell me I'm not man enough
    What the fuck wrong with these broke-ass niggas? Yeah (yeah)
    I told 'em: Tear it down
    I'ma thank you, pocket watchin', don't look at my pants now
    My diamonds louder than the fuckin' ambulance now
    Asked the bitch from the sidelines: Stand down
    Runnin' through the projects, duckin' all the frauds, yeah
    Got a nine in my pocket and not in my drawls (woah-woah-woah)
    Take off like a rocket with thirteen broads (yeah)
    It's in the attic, put the racks in the walls (yeah)
    No need to talk to me, I'm big dawg (yeah)
    I roll the windows up (yeah) and now they knowin' us
    I'm no beginner, yeah, I got my stain up
    I told her: Giddy up
    We ran the train on her

    Comin' out of jonesboro south (ayy)
    Nigga havin' golds all through they mouth, yeah
    Lifetime goals (woo), runnin' through the roof (wha'?)
    Pullin' out the ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah)
    Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do?
    I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof (woo)
    My spot is a army base and I got the proof (what up?)
    Send my bitch on vacay, put her in a coupe

    If young metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
    Metro

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