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lirik lagu she bumped her head – chris brown & young thug

[intro: young thug]
(makers)
i’ll pull up on ’em, pull up
yeah
sh*t, i’ll get it, no cap
(run that back, turbo)
s*x

[chorus: young thug & chris brown, young thug, chris brown]
my lil’ shawty had bumped her head
and i steady been whippin’ her (s*x)
if i roll up the maybach windows
we don’t care ’bout the listeners (shh)
i don’t know what a n*gga told you
but he should’ve told you i’m k!llin’ him (should’ve told)
i’ve been draped in margielas
and i don’t need credentials (don’t need credentials, baby)
if a n*gga can’t put that sh*t on (what?)
gotta get off the premises (beat it, gotta go)
i just came from the crack of the dawn (why?)
’cause a n*gga was strugglin’ (no cap)
had to put all my young n*ggas on
ain’t no jewelry we sharing (no jewelry)
had to rock the two*tones on the same day
’cause these n*ggas been trippin’ (both us got ’em, fool)

[verse 1: young thug]
i triple up, pour up my cup and it’s all tussion’
my coupe got nitro and all dustin’ (yeah)
we smokin’ these n*ggas like kush
yeah, when we f*ck on these hoes, make ’em gush (woo)
pop out the bentley mulsanne, head to tootsies
i f*ck on your ho and she say that’s my p*ssy
i wet paper napkin, i’m wipin’ my d*ck off
this actavis slushin’, my ho drink that cristal
she wrapped in saran, dressed fresh as she can
’cause i just been playin’ with these bands (racks)
i open my hand, there’s nothin’ but bands
now ysl big as j*pan (on god)
i had dropped in the lam’, ducked fast as i can
’cause i was gettin’ trailed by a van (skrrt)
i’m poppin’, my mama, my b*tch
and even my baby mama whip a sedan (woo)
i just spent some bands, spent five*hundred grand
i’m waitin’ on these bags to land (racks)
i’m cool as a fan, you play with my man
and we come and takin’ your land
i took ysl from here to the can
and got n*ggas waitin’ to land (slatt)
i told all my n*ggas, “sit back, it’s a scam”
when these n*ggas go on a rant

[chorus: young thug & chris brown, young thug, chris brown]
my lil’ shawty had bumped her head
and i steady been whippin’ her (s*x)
if i roll up the maybach windows
we don’t care ’bout the listeners (shh)
i don’t know what a n*gga told you
but he should’ve told you i’m k!llin’ him (should’ve told)
i’ve been draped in margielas
and i don’t need credentials (don’t need credentials, baby)
if a n*gga can’t put that sh*t on (what?)
gotta get off the premises (beat it, gotta go)
i just came from the crack of the dawn (why?)
’cause a n*gga was strugglin’ (no cap)
had to put all my young n*ggas on
ain’t no jewelry we sharing (no jewelry)
had to rock the two*tones on the same day
’cause these n*ggas been trippin’

[verse 2: gunna]
spent a whole hundred racks on the plain jane
that’s a cool pretty penny, you lil’ bitty b*tches
know me by my first and my last name
i done went got the riches, i’m matchin’ the vision
i’m f*ckin’ these hoes in the backstage
no, i don’t do no kisses
she know i just tip her and send her on home like a backpage
i been playin’ with this ice, look like ice age
i just got me a rose gold chain, it remind me of moët
got the louis v shirt and belt and chain, should have seen how i wore it (yeah, yeah)
i call the slimes that’ll pull up with the things that’ll k!ll all the noise
after u.s., now i’m headed out to spain, i got foreign lil’ wh0res
that biscotti, i smoke it like a train, smell that sh*t in my kidney
i got lil’ shawty inside a mulsanne, she don’t know it’s a bentley
she asked me for a lil’ help on her back end and you know that i did it
found an old check and i went to go cash it, lot of money we gettin’

[chorus: young thug & chris brown, young thug, chris brown]
my lil’ shawty had bumped her head
and i steady been whippin’ her (s*x)
if i roll up the maybach windows
we don’t care ’bout the listeners (shh)
i don’t know what a n*gga told you
but he should’ve told you i’m k!llin’ him (should’ve told)
i’ve been draped in margielas
and i don’t need credentials (don’t need credentials, baby)
if a n*gga can’t put that sh*t on (what?)
gotta get off the premises (beat it, gotta go)
i just came from the crack of the dawn (why?)
’cause a n*gga was strugglin’ (no cap)
had to put all my young n*ggas on
ain’t no jewelry we sharing (no jewelry)
had to rock the two*tones on the same day
’cause these n*ggas been trippin’ (both us got ’em, fool)

[verse 3: chris brown]
i ordered two more two*tones
callin’ my plug on two phones
lambos, six*fours, got it offset, it’s sittin’ low
my sh*t stainless, don’t put your fingers on it
no, these ain’t no finger waves, b*tch, this ain’t tony! toni! toné!
i feel like kurt cobain, hit your brain with the shotgun
get my n*ggas do it for me, i never shot one
and watch her get on her knees, give me that rug burn
i told her i got five on me, send me the wire (ooh)

[chorus: young thug & chris brown, young thug, chris brown]
my lil’ shawty had bumped her head
and i steady been whippin’ her (yeah, s*x)
if i roll up the maybach windows
we don’t care ’bout the listeners (no, shh)
i don’t know what a n*gga told you
but he should’ve told you i’m k!llin’ him (k!llin’ him)
i’ve been draped in margielas (ooh)
and i don’t need credentials (i don’t need credentials, baby)
if a n*gga can’t put that sh*t on (what?)
gotta get off the premises (beat it, girl, gotta go)
i just came from the crack of the dawn (oh)
’cause a n*gga was strugglin’ (no cap)
had to put all my young n*ggas on
ain’t no jewelry we sharing (ooh, yeah, no jewelry)
had to rock the two*tones on the same day (ooh, yeah)
’cause these n*ggas been trippin’ (ooh, yeah, both us got ’em, fool)

[outro: gunna]
that biscotti, i smoke it like a train, smell that sh*t on my porsche
this my lil’ shawty first time inside the lam’, she can’t open the doors
i do not f*ck with you disloyal n*ggas, thought the world could be yours
cross out the double and hit him with a triple hitter, no other choice

- chris brown young thug

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