Текст песни Mine - Young Thug

Yeah
How the fuck you gon' try to tell 'em '
Bout the motherfuckin' ice that I'm rockin'?
'Bout these bitch-ass bitches that I'm fuckin' and fuckin' and
Puttin' 'em in a bucket then

Beat that pussy up like it's the twelfth round (Beat it)
Up in niggas' towns with my Zoe pounds (Zoes)
I don't go around since they come around (Get it?)
Wet diamonds in my mouth, if I kiss her, she drown (Mwah)
If I leave a nigga white T-shirt red
It'll be a peppermint or a baseball (Woo)
I know they sick and tired of hearin' 'bout my jewelry, but if
It fall on the ground, yeah, you might just slip and fall (Woo)
She a shark, she lockin' jaws, nigga (Woo)
Your clique, she wanna tall nigga (Woo)
You are a one digit, you too small, nigga (You little)
Yeah, she suck my dick and rode my balls, nigga
Uh, big money over here, man (Racks, racks)
Still active, don't let me show all my skills, man (Damn)
Damn, my jeans, they blue dolphin, not no seals, man (Nah)
I run the money, run the wood like a pilgrim, yeah

How the hell you gon' tell 'em what's mine?
I remember on the block, I was servin' them dimes, yeah
How the hell you gon' tell 'em what's mine?
If them boys ain't have no dope, I was sellin' you mines
Ayy, how the hell you gon' tell 'em what's mine?
Little bitch, gon' and tell me what's all on your mind, yeah
All on your mind, yeah (What's on my mind?)

Big bands on my mind (Ice)
Caty Wond' like the swine (Here)
You be cuffin' with no time
She not yours, twin dimes and they mine
Fold 'em like a pork rind
I know Bloods that rock Birkin in the wind
Told that nigga best believe I'ma stay for real
And I back that up, come screamin', "YSL, hold it down" (Slatt, slatt)
Yeah, hold it down 'til he come back off an interpell ('L)
That's the real deal
I'ma eat that pussy down and I'ma roll up
Some kush straight out the fields (What?)
I tell her straight to her face, if she
Don't do it, I know someone that do will
You know the deal
I don't wanna drink no lean with these
Niggas if it's not double-sealed (What?)
And that is real
Big, big ballin', no budget (No budget)
And my car is rare like a mullet (Skrrt, skrrt)
I see this bitch from up the style, she ain't ugly (No)
Bitch, just bome up to my room and naked shit (Come on, baby)
Ball me Jeff and the F stand for fuck (Woah)
One more time for my jewelry, yes, it's flooded (Woo)
Take that dick up out her cunt, then I butt it (Butt)
All these niggas with me bloody like we cut it (SuWoo)

How the hell you gon' tell 'em what's mine?
I remember on the block, I was servin' them dimes, yeah
How the hell you gon' tell 'em what's mine?
If them boys ain't have no dope, I was sellin' you mines
Ayy, how the hell you gon' tell 'em what's mine?
Little nigga, gon' and tell me what's all on your mind, yeah
All on your mind, yeah (What's on my mind?)