Ran It Up (feat. Young Thug)

歌詞

Wheezy what the fuck brackin', nigga? I might need Be El Be for this one You dig?! Whoa, we tore up I'm like 'baby don't throw up', if she ever hit the ground Young Thug not pickin' her up, you can Quicker Picker Up 'Cause I'm a blood, pass me my bup, try'na come around for help but you gon' (what?!) End up suckin', nothing but dick like whoa Baby girl gon' stay and drop it, no steps but I promise I go up Girl what up? I'm like baby this what's up She under me like a rug, can't go up, yep Trick bitch pull up on me, try'na get these digits How the fuck I love when I never like 'em - ooh Bitch I am a genie, I got hoes in Magic City Even when it's rented, president tinted I need an Aaliyah she gon' rock all on my boat My chain small but only my weed make me choke Hey come here baby girl I want that amateur throat And when I get through I pass it to all of my folks Damn they got my name on the Coke Blackjack got me winning by the boats Shoot dice nigga five deuce four tre And my weed orange like a fuckin' cantaloupe She fuck me then smile in your face, all she ever say is "Oh yeah" Ooh baby girl, pull up and give top, no lotion, she like Olay Hey I don't like 'em black, no spades, no way And I only tell her to hurry and wait Whoa, we tore up I'm like 'baby don't throw up', if she ever hit the ground Young Thug not pickin' her up, you can Quicker Picker Up 'Cause I'm a blood, pass me my bup, try'na come around for help but you gon' (what?!) End up suckin', nothing but dick like whoa Baby girl gon' stay and drop it, no steps but I promise I go up Girl what up? I'm like baby this what's up She under me like a rug, can't go up, yep Bitches comin' round the fuckin gangsta, think they stupid Pull up in the trenches, smoking loud like a Dually And I know I am the best, bitch, how you do this? And I pulled up on your bitch and the children Damn what the fuck is going on , I am gone, so gone I just spent a band on cologne, I am on, so on And my neighbors call my thick misses Texas Roni They was watchin' me back in the days like a Sony, promise I just bought my son a Bentley for his 'port card All my bitches coming foreign plus they head on These lil' bitches try'na compete then they dead wrong I'ma act just like I'm sleep but I'm dead on Whoa, we tore up I'm like 'baby don't throw up', if she ever hit the ground Young Thug not pickin' her up, you can Quicker Picker Up 'Cause I'm a blood, pass me my bup, try'na come around for help but you gon' (what?!) End up suckin', nothing but dick like whoa Baby girl gon' stay and drop it, no steps but I promise I go up Girl what up? I'm like baby this what's up She under me like a rug, can't go up, yep