Текст песни You the Best (feat. YSL) - YSL , Young Thug , Gucci Mane

I'm swaggin', nigga
Thugger, what up, bro, you know?
I got them folks, I got you, nigga

You the best, you the best, yeah
Tell 'em you don't want a baby
Foreign clothes at Lennox, you own all the ladies
Real gold got me swaggin' like I'm in the '80s
Oh my God, oh my God, you the best, yeah
Tell 'em you don't want a baby
Foreign clothes at Lennox, you own all the ladies
Real gold got me lookin' like I'm from the '80s
Oh my God, oh my God

That butt sit out like a broken thumb
Got Tums, got sons, we can go meet moms
My swag worth a milli', I'ma blood, I want a billi'
These hoes tear me down, they wanna sue my businesses
I'ma be right to LA my damn bro, these naked pics to my iPhone
I nut on you, you nut on me, let bygones be bygones
What you tryna be? What you tryna see?
Young Thugger packing that python
And my phone off, I'm at home, keep stand up for the clones
No, that girl got Georgia Dome, bone, you know she in for some
And every time I see her I wish my old lady could be her
And ain't no kin to Wayne but she is my mamacita

You the best, you the best, yeah
Tell 'em you don't want a baby
Foreign clothes at Lennox, you own all the ladies
Real gold got me swaggin' like I'm in the '80s
Oh my God, oh my God, you the best, yeah
Tell 'em you don't want a baby
Foreign clothes at Lennox, you own all the ladies
Real gold got me lookin' like I'm from the '80s
Oh my God, oh my God

Double cup love, shawty, yeah, lean on (Lean)
Baby, you the baddest, yeah girl you know (You know it)
Your man missed a shot, no free throw (Ahhh)
And I'm flexin,' what they take is no divo (They takin')
I make it rain on you, baby, hooray (Hooray)
I need more top, where's my toothpaste? (I need more)
No, this is not a show, this a movie (Movie, bitch)
And your man home, yeah, she hardly do me (She do)
Baby girl, I promise I won't leave you (Won't leave you)
Baby girl, I swear I won't abuse you (Won't abuse you)
As long as you keep it 100 (Yeah)
Girl, you ain't gotta ask for nothing (Yeah, yeah)

You the best, you the best, yeah
Tell 'em you don't want a baby
Foreign clothes at Lennox, you own all the ladies
Real gold got me swaggin' like I'm in the '80s
Oh my God, oh my God, you the best, yeah
Tell 'em you don't want a baby
Foreign clothes at Lennox, you own all the ladies
Real gold got me lookin' like I'm from the '80s
Oh my God, oh my God