Swizz Beatz

Young Thug

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    L-o-v-e
    For life

    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Riding around for your team
    Nigga play you busting
    And I got me a high self esteem
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love

    Big old digits with me
    Big old bentley with me
    Big old bitches with me
    S gang chino with me with me
    I got 3 stripes, adidas with me, with me
    All of my preachers with me, with me
    I got some features with me, with me
    Big racks and the ether with me, with me (racks)
    Tote that like it's legal woody, woody
    I look that shit up 'bout a thousand times
    This bitch master p cause she 'bout it, 'bout it
    That boy got cheap rims on a cheap jeep
    Just make sure you tell him it's all free
    I’m sitting at the top of the nose bleeds
    And I got my gold off of goldie
    Work it, twerk it baby, you have to hold me, wait for homie
    Wake up to young thug
    Have you ever been a shot caller?
    Proceed to the room, leave em stalkin'

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    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Riding around for your team
    Nigga play you busting
    And I got a high self esteem
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love

    Sob, sob, sob
    That's on me, that's on me
    That's on me, that's on me
    Bands on me, bands on me
    Turn up for the club
    Turn up for the boys
    Turn up on the drugs
    Turn up on the molly
    Turn up on the xan
    Turn up on a percy, give it to my mans
    Here, give it to your clan
    I put on my mink I'm like a lamb
    Stop trying to impress your fuckin' cams
    I'm comin' for mine, uncle sam
    I'm turnin' money into power
    We not from here we need a browser
    You just squirt, squirt
    I know you don't want none, coward
    I'm studyin' like a bookworm
    I'm tryna count at least a hundred bands (racks)
    And I wanna just buy some bigger land, yeah

    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Riding around for your team
    Nigga play you busting
    And I got a high self esteem
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love

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