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название:

U Dont Know Bout It


автор:

Young Dro


альбомы: R.I.P.
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[Bridge: Young Thug]
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly,
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly,
Peanut butter jelly, no deli!
I got money, check the store credit,
Don't do nothin' unless you know they did it,
Sleep in Paris, watch it happen.

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I don't have a break, I'm keepin bread,
I'm gettin fast like a track, mil', I want that,
Baby, that cap's for the feds,
Now that your ho, don't tell all the secrets.
I don't give no damn bout no nigga,
I don't give no fuck bout no nigga, I promise, I promise,
I throw me some ones on these bitches,
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin,
I look like I came from nothin',
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin, I want it.
Yeah, I drink on that lean,
And I smoke on that dope till I muthafuckin vomit.

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Run up that check, give a fuck bout that shit,
I guess I go to jail if I want that lil bitch,
They kept me with my strap on my own, that lil bitch,
I don't answer no questions, want speak with my lawyer,
Tell your boss I said where my phone call, that's it.
A lot of nigga shit talkin, you don't ever get paid,
Remember me, I've been bout it, dealin out the 10th grade,
Ridin round in my homeboy Buick
With a tool in the unit,
We'd go to school, eat lunch,
Cut school, get back to it, nigga.
Listen, nigga, this the Bankroll Mob,
If you can't go hard then you can't come here,
Let me make somethin' clear –
If you lookin for a sucker, well, it ain't none here,
Look, we got artillery for days, we can spray from here,
Hit your ass on the side of the face somewhere,
On the side of the road, let you lay somewhere.

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I don't have a break, I'm keepin bread,
I'm gettin fast like a track, mil', I want that,
Baby, that cap's for the feds,
Now that your ho, don't tell all the secrets.
I don't give no damn bout no nigga,
I don't give no fuck bout no nigga, I promise, I promise,
I throw me some ones on these bitches,
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin,
I look like I came from nothin',
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin, I want it.
Yeah, I drink on that lean,
And I smoke on that dope till I muthafuckin vomit.

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Okay, big paper,
If I'm hungry, I eat 100 dollars then shit paper,
Sick flavor,
Got the white double mint twin with me on Simpson, nigga ravin'.
Swag impeccable, peckin' a heck of them, cases federal,
I'm a felon, don't throw it off, I need medical,
Oh, you regular, terrible, soft, and lame, etcetera.
And I don't want one ho, nigga, I wanna a plethora,
Twenty bricks in the Regal,
Pullin up Etheridge, extended heater.
Death threat, I got this shit on,
I'm untouchable, man, I got this shit on,
Nigga, you die soon as I say okay,
My whip? That's strawberry Yoplait.
I got a chopper on the charger,
You put a little gas in it, that muthafucka blow bout four days,
Niggas broke,
And I've been leanin on Ac' all in this bitch,
And I've been smokin on gas all in this bitch,
Pullin up at the light, no tag on my shit,
AK hit everybody in the stomach, pussy nigga shit,
Bag all day.

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I don't have a break, I'm keepin bread,
I'm gettin fast like a track, mil', I want that,
Baby, that cap's for the feds,
Now that your ho, don't tell all the secrets.
I don't give no damn bout no nigga,
I don't give no fuck bout no nigga, I promise, I promise,
I throw me some ones on these bitches,
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin,
I look like I came from nothin',
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin, I want it.
Yeah, I drink on that lean,
And I smoke on that dope till I muthafuckin vomit.

[Verse 3: MPA Duke]
I got the bread,
Y'all bitch'll give me the head,
Fuck her on the sofa, not the bed.
Hit that lil bitch from the back,
And I take out with your pack,
And I'm not givin it back.
I done lost all my respect,
Don't drink no red, we pour Act',
Sippin on lean, it's so crazy,
I ride out that second, I swear, I don't know how to act.

[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Keep it goin Energizer bunny, I'm so-so with these carrots,
My bitch the baddest, but she not your average
She so, so arrogant, woah!
Her titties calcium, my booty calories,
And both of 'em squish me, goddamn, we sandwiches.
I do this shit for my momma,
Take off with your pack and keep runnin,
I'm not the Birdman but I'm stunnin.
I flip that bitch like a omelet,
I've been with ya from the start,
I did that shit from my heart,
I'm so, so, so sorry I hurt you,
And I see the scar but, you know, I'm worked hard.

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly,
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly,
Peanut butter jelly, no deli!
I got money, check the store credit,
Don't do nothin' unless you know they did it,
Sleep in Paris, watch it happen.

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I don't have a break, I'm keepin bread,
I'm gettin fast like a track, mil', I want that,
Baby, that cap's for the feds,
Now that your ho, don't tell all the secrets.
I don't give no damn bout no nigga,
I don't give no fuck bout no nigga, I promise, I promise,
I throw me some ones on these bitches,
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin,
I look like I came from nothin',
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin, I want it.
Yeah, I drink on that lean,
And I smoke on that dope till I muthafuckin vomit.
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Это интересно:Young Dro – новый герой южной рэп-школыДжуан Харт, в профессиональной сфере известный как Young Dro, родился в Атланте, штат Джорджия, в 1979 году в бедной и многодетной семье. Он начал сочинять рэп-тексты еще в 9 классе, и примерно тогда же ему пришлось перенести тяжелое испытание: в 16 лет Харт был ранен в живот и спину, и ему понадобился почти год, чтобы восстановиться. Однако, ранение, похоже,... продолжение
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