- Lick Back Remix 歌詞 Future Young Thug EST Gee
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- Future Young Thug EST Gee
- Niggas know yall cant **** with me, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw the hood up and then we skrrt off
Slidin in that Trackhawk, all my jewelry on, my shirt off
Turn the phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off
Its a fast car, but Im movin slow, I like my syrup raw
Every nigga round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off
I dont bark, I bite, I got more paper than yo big dawg
Wanna change yo life? My best advice a brick of fentanyl
This ***** type is wife, I might just let the condom slip off
Aint too many like me, ninety-nine percent of them rip-offs
On point even at her spot, I nevеr take my kicks off
Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get shit on
You gеt in yo feelings and make diss songs
I make 'At yo peoples house, outside, shootin that blick' songs
And Im still good on every block I used to knock Ps on
Boss, I get you chalked, my name aint something that you should speak on
Pulled out twenty somethin just to let Johnny put my teeth on
My money ten feet tall, but I aint something you should shoot at
Kill somethin, you wanna lock in with us, I thought you knew that
My plug drove the load in on a truck, next day he flew back
I talk so much shit, I need a Tic- Tac
I got five thousand for you, help me set this wolf trap
Started a new strain smokin yo man, this here a wolf pack
Up on the scoreboard, we still active, like we on get back
Only thing gon take that pain away is if youget racks
Forever get my lick back
Suckin this ***** ***** like Im tryna get some syrup out of it
Opps set at me ten years ago, niggas still get murdered by it
I put on so many white diamonds make a snow bunny get ****eyed
Slide that ***** out to my crew, hoe got crossed at
I betcha I put some *******, ***** gon kiss it its a bliss
Bust down on my freak because shes sucking ****s
Certified steppa, bust a head and pull a hamstring
******* so perfect sellin real up on an airplane
Murder red diamond on my pinky ring
Sixty-six murders on my tennis chain
Back and forth, yeah Im playing tennis games
Racks on at the credit game
I got millions of followers nigga Im a big dog
I drop 3 dollars on Cuban links, real Fentanyl
I got my main ** *** watered down like a fish bowl
******* went to suckin, I couldnt even get the TEC out
I just went to bussin, you couldnt even get the fess out
I just got so mad I went did a drill in my red Audi
Showed that ***** a Honda, she aint ever seen a dead out
All these diamond chains, that ** *** thought I had my shirt on
At the laundromat washing the money getting the dog off
All this food turn a weed spider into a doghouse
Might just **** her family **** * at the [?] at Walmart
I done hit so many niggas why I need a broad part
Before I married this *****, really gave a meal to my mother
Took her on the jet that I had added on my father
I been dodgin all thesenasty hoes like a charger
So much paper I bribed fate to hold my karma
My call worldwide if I die Im a martyr
These snake meat aint faze me, my lick back harder
Im seeing wash and my hands dirty, streets scarred us
Making this money, remain flawless, I promise
Im no star, Im much more, Im enormous
Every time they try to slide I swear to God we spit back
Forever get my lick back
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