Young Thug - Tabernacle paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Tabernacle - Young Thug



KE on the track
Saga babe
Love a motherfucking saga babe
Yeah, thot, thot, thot, babe, hey
Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches
I don't need no bitch, I gon' still get all my riches
I'm with these C's, firing shots out to Glizzy
I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle, hey
Young Thug, got plenty of drugs
I'm friendly without me mug
I'm with my crew, we'll fuck you up
Can't keep me in trouble
I'ma up in Los Vegas, I need hoes, gotta call her double
A-all my young niggas shit, they fallin' off fast, yes sir, I love her
Act like we on the move, and knock on the money yes sir, I'm a cover
Yes you make our hand shoes bag
Bi-bitch, you know they custom
Thug-thuggr, baby
T-H-U-G-G-R, kiss a nigga bitch perfect, no CPR
Old hunnids up on me, DVR
Bitch seen them bands less, A-J-A-R
Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches
I don't need no bitch, I gon' still get my riches
I'm with these C's, firing shots out to Glizzy
I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle
We don't shoot buckshot, we like them slugs
Everybody die tonight, bitch except for us
And you know I'm not a crip
But I gave that bitch a C so she suck my cock
You know when I'm mad it's a set line for your bitch today
But a .40 extendo needs skinny jeans, no bitch and lil' body
My all out players say if you play
Cah him gon' leave more stains than the OJ murder scene
Pullin', pullin' up extra clean
I can't do no tug of war lil' nigga, you not in my league
There is no comparison, you're a real rat like master splinter
I'm not Gucci, burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
That's the sound of my trunk, I got birds inside of there, yeah
Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches
I don't need no bitch, I gon' still get my riches
I'm with these C's, firing shots out to Glizzy
I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle
Thot, thot, babe, thot, thot, babe
Th-thot, thot, babe, thot, thot, babe
Thot, thot, babe, thot, thot, babe



Writer(s): Kevin Michael Erondu, Jeffrey Williams


Young Thug - Street Is Watching (The Mix-Tape)
Album Street Is Watching (The Mix-Tape)
date de sortie
15-07-2014




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