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For My People Lyrics - Artist : Young Thug
[Young Thug:]
56 hundred for the Cartier YSL shit, know I'm sayin'? Me and Lil Duke Ayy lil' boo, who are you? I put it down for my people Ready to die for my people We multiply with the people Have a shootout for my people We gon' take lives for these people We gon' fly high like an eagle I sold them hunnas and eagles I know that bitch and mistreat 'em (Thugger) Beat up that pussy, no nerve in it Bitch say she straight like a perm in it Bentley Spur with the curtain missin' Bentley Spur with the curtain missin' (Oh) Pussy clean, ain't no germs in it My pocket, it look like a book with the worm in it I woke up, I prayed and I'm hustlin' I roll up, I pull up with shorty I pour up a four of the muddy I pour up a four of the muddy I lean, I lean on my luggage (You mean) Got Aquafina, it's nothin' I fucked that bitch while in London (Ah) I beat that bitch like I'm London I put in work for my people You say you not broke, but me either (Ooh) Man I'm gettin' so fly like a seagull (Drrr) And I'm ready to die for my people Bitch I'm a Zoe, not a zebra I cook up the dope and no ether (Ah) Old school, it sound like a beeper We not gon' let you mistreat 'em Bitch I'm the shit, fuck a toilet If you can't stand him then seat him Run up a check and I'm glory Farrakhan, me, I'm a leader I was just smokin' on doja Fuck niggas trick 'em and treat 'em Pour up a four in a 40 We drop a four in a liter I pour up a four while he cook up the blow I just fucked your hoe, pussy nigga you know I just got the blow and it came off the boat Got racks inside my skinny jeans and they pokin' (Ah, ah) No hokey, no pokey, fuck nigga you're broke as shit I heard that you tote it, I heard that you wrote it I heard that they pay you to watchin' your focus I put it down for my people Ready to die for my people We multiply with the people Have a shootout for my people We gon' take lives for these people We gon' fly high like an eagle I sold them hunnas and eagles (Oh) I know that bitch and mistreat 'em (Thugger, ah) Beat up that pussy, no nerve in it (Yeah) Bitch, I shoot straight like a perm in it (Yeah) Bentley Spur with the curtain missin' Bentley Spur with the curtain missin' (Ah) Pussy clean, ain't no germs in it My pocket, it look like a book with the worm in it [Young Thug |
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