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Homie (feat. Meek Mill) (Explicit)

Young Thug
2017-09-083:32 minLetras sincronizadas

"Homie (feat. Meek Mill) (Explicit)" é uma música de Young Thug, 2017, Pop. A música tem 3:32 de duração, 110 lines / 850 words.

Letra

0:00Homie (Explicit) - Young Thug/Carnage/Meek Mill
0:04Uh
0:08Uh
0:10DJ Carnage times Thugger you know what I'm sayin'
0:11Thugger times DJ carnage you know what I'm sayin'
0:13You know what I'm sayin' ni**a
0:14Ya dig ya dig
0:18I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it
0:20And I don't even pour it up
0:21We pullin' up foreign
0:22We walk through the club and the b**ches they knowin' us
0:25This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss
0:28I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
0:32Player oh you the homie
0:33If you didn't tell then you the homie
0:35If you got bail then you the homie
0:36If you not stale then you the homie
0:38Grew up with criminals scandalous
0:40Rockin' Chanel then you the b**ch
0:42I got me a Birkin like I'm a b**ch
0:43These niggas they tellin' they counterfeit
0:45Put that f**kboy on the newspaper
0:47In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
0:49F**k ni**a try me at any angle
0:50I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
0:52Boy you gon' turn him into an angel
0:54F**k yeah turn him to an angel
0:56Don't come around with the anger
0:58You know everybody having bangers
0:59If a p**sy ni**a play with me
1:01Swear to God Kirk Franklin can't save him
1:03I can get you whacked real easy
1:04You are not a power ranger you a stranger
1:06P**sy ni**a you're no danger
1:08Gangster b**ch with me she'll spank ya
1:10Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger
1:12She'll close range ya hah
1:14Drinkin' tussin' ni**a slow it down
1:16RIP to troupe pour it out
1:17You want me dead but I can't ever die
1:19They livin' false but I can never lie
1:21Mob baby baby I got ties
1:23I want chicken wings on the side
1:24You got higher dreams when you fly
1:26Until then you're never near the sky
1:28I got a bottle of Ace
1:30And I popped it and I don't even pour it up
1:32We pullin' up foreign
1:33We walk through the club and the b**ches they knowin' us
1:35This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss
1:39I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
1:42Player oh you the homie
1:43If you didn't tell then you the homie
1:45If you got bail then you the homie
1:47If you not stale then you the homie
1:49Grew up with criminals scandalous
1:50Rockin' Chanel then you the b**ch
1:52I got me a Birkin like I'm a b**ch
1:54These niggas they tellin' they counterfeit
1:56You was the plug then you the homie
1:57You never tell then you the homie
1:59You know it's nothin' but shooters on me
2:01Them niggas know and never movin' on me
2:03I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
2:05Look like I got the computers on me
2:06I'ma get back at your stupid a**
2:08We gon' whack you to better the sooner homie
2:10I be f**king your Wednesday crush
2:12I'm with that b**ch and she droolin' on me
2:13All of that sh*t be made up
2:15I'm poppin' and they makin' up rumors on me
2:17She gon' jump on this dick andon me
2:19I'ma cut her a check and she gon' do it for me
2:20Even though my lil' b**ches be used to money
2:22Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money ni**a woah
2:24I took the bales out in the rainy weather
2:25This a eight passeng jet this is not propeller
2:28I'm a big dawg got my dawgs with me
2:30German Sheppard uh
2:32Yeah I'm rich kid but I'm so ready to Bobby Whitney
2:35Can't let you go outside I just cannot let you dig it
2:39I got a bottle of Ace
2:40And I popped it and I don't even pour it up
2:42We pullin' up foreign
2:43We walk through the club and the b**ches they knowin' us
2:46This for them niggas that hated on me
2:48And they drankin' that Robituss
2:50I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
2:53Player oh you the homie
2:54If you didn't tell then you the homie
2:56If you got bail then you the homie
2:58If you not stale then you the homie
2:59Grew up with criminals scandalous
3:01Rockin' Chanel then you the b**ch
3:03I got me a Birkin like I'm a b**ch
3:04These niggas they tellin' they counterfeit
3:07Yeah I got a motherf**king ten thousand dollar toe ring on
3:10Know what I'm sayin'
3:12With some motherf**king Giuseppe sandals on b**ch
3:15Know what I'm sayin' with my tattoos on my toes too by the way
3:17Know what I'm sayin'
3:18Yeah and I got blue cheese on me all hundreds
3:20Blue cheese no ranch
3:22How you dig that know what I'm sayin'
3:24Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
3:26With a iced out AP times a rollie bezel
3:29It's YSL slime sh*t
3:30You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin' ready
3:31You understand what I'm sayin'
3:32Yeah man when the bread ready call yo I'ma take it
Homie (Explicit) - Young Thug/Carnage/Meek Mill
Uh
Uh
DJ Carnage times Thugger you know what I'm sayin'
Thugger times DJ carnage you know what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin' ni**a
Ya dig ya dig
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it
And I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign
We walk through the club and the b**ches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player oh you the homie
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you got bail then you the homie
If you not stale then you the homie
Grew up with criminals scandalous
Rockin' Chanel then you the b**ch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a b**ch
These niggas they tellin' they counterfeit
Put that f**kboy on the newspaper
In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
F**k ni**a try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
Boy you gon' turn him into an angel
F**k yeah turn him to an angel
Don't come around with the anger
You know everybody having bangers
If a p**sy ni**a play with me
Swear to God Kirk Franklin can't save him
I can get you whacked real easy
You are not a power ranger you a stranger
P**sy ni**a you're no danger
Gangster b**ch with me she'll spank ya
Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger
She'll close range ya hah
Drinkin' tussin' ni**a slow it down
RIP to troupe pour it out
You want me dead but I can't ever die
They livin' false but I can never lie
Mob baby baby I got ties
I want chicken wings on the side
You got higher dreams when you fly
Until then you're never near the sky
I got a bottle of Ace
And I popped it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign
We walk through the club and the b**ches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player oh you the homie
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you got bail then you the homie
If you not stale then you the homie
Grew up with criminals scandalous
Rockin' Chanel then you the b**ch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a b**ch
These niggas they tellin' they counterfeit
You was the plug then you the homie
You never tell then you the homie
You know it's nothin' but shooters on me
Them niggas know and never movin' on me
I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
Look like I got the computers on me
I'ma get back at your stupid a**
We gon' whack you to better the sooner homie
I be f**king your Wednesday crush
I'm with that b**ch and she droolin' on me
All of that sh*t be made up
I'm poppin' and they makin' up rumors on me
She gon' jump on this dick andon me
I'ma cut her a check and she gon' do it for me
Even though my lil' b**ches be used to money
Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money ni**a woah
I took the bales out in the rainy weather
This a eight passeng jet this is not propeller
I'm a big dawg got my dawgs with me
German Sheppard uh
Yeah I'm rich kid but I'm so ready to Bobby Whitney
Can't let you go outside I just cannot let you dig it
I got a bottle of Ace
And I popped it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign
We walk through the club and the b**ches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me
And they drankin' that Robituss
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player oh you the homie
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you got bail then you the homie
If you not stale then you the homie
Grew up with criminals scandalous
Rockin' Chanel then you the b**ch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a b**ch
These niggas they tellin' they counterfeit
Yeah I got a motherf**king ten thousand dollar toe ring on
Know what I'm sayin'
With some motherf**king Giuseppe sandals on b**ch
Know what I'm sayin' with my tattoos on my toes too by the way
Know what I'm sayin'
Yeah and I got blue cheese on me all hundreds
Blue cheese no ranch
How you dig that know what I'm sayin'
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
With a iced out AP times a rollie bezel
It's YSL slime sh*t
You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin' ready
You understand what I'm sayin'
Yeah man when the bread ready call yo I'ma take it

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