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Constantly Hating Lyrics - Artist : Young Thug
[Young Thug:]
Pour that shit up fool, it's ours Ha Monster! Man so you ain't gon' pour? Oh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour? Okay bool, you dig? (Wheezy Beats) Uh Hopped out my motherfuckin' bed Hopped in the motherfuckin' coupe (Skrrt) Pulled up on the Birdman (Brr) I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (Ayy) You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night) Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (Anacondas) Yeah (Them anacondas) I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (Triple cross) Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (Cross) I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia I heard I put it in the spot, yes sir she told me My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way But we not friendly either, you know it Ha! Yeah, thumbs up I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (No) You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (Yeah) You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son (Back) You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks) But really what is it to do When the whole world constantly hatin' on you? Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you Nigga tell me what you do Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga? I got a hundred things to do And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures [Birdman |
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