Young Thug - Faces Lyrics

Lyrics Faces - Young Thug



This is what you need, need (ayy)
I came with plenty racks
This is what you need
Wear my heart (heart), on my sleeve (hey)
Sit me down, baby, tell me what it is
Cross my heart, the door ajar, unless it's Bentley
Say you wanna turn my back
Don't go knock on my dawg door (yeah, yeah)
I'm makin' love to shawty, oh (yeah)
Hey sis, spend it up
Okay, you beat your cases and
You don't have to sell the can now (sell the can now)
And that fuckin' ring look like the Grand Slam (woah)
Oh, I'ma have to take a Bentley jet to transit (woah)
Eat us some lobsters, just the bros, I left the hoes out
Lost 30 million this year and that's with the shows out (woah)
I told 'em, "Put the rest of it up, we got to hold out"
Got a few opp bitches tryna figure out where my show spot
Them racists pockets full of big faces, getcha paid quick
Rock up on 'em and just face it (bah)
Open cases, guess they thought I was something to play with (woo)
Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady (woo)
Tryna rob you, the chance is slimmer than shady (yeah)
She got a head long with the Maisons on, no basic (oh yeah, yeah)
She got me thinkin' everybody 'round me cheatin' (yeah)
These niggas basic, they need to face it
I'ma turn off the light
Lil' shawty, is you breathin'?
Tell me if you caught a fever
Strictly fuckin' up every season (oh)
I took her out, see, and it changed me
I took her out, she know the pain, babe
You a hard-headed nigga, yeah
Fuck all that, though
No back and forth with them opp or them hatin' hoes
No back and forth with them opp or your ratchet ass hoe
Hope you plan on growin' up with your ratchet ass, yeah
La-la-la, la-la-la
Ooh, ooh, na-na
I don't wanna get no crown
Blessed with her heartaches
My heart gone



Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Wesley Glass, Sean Momberger


Young Thug - Punk
Album Punk
date of release
15-10-2021




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