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abracadabra (original) - metro boomin & young thug lyrics

[chorus: young thug]
abracadabra
diamonds blingin’, you can’t see me like i’m casper (yeah)
take these b*tches to four seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
every motherf*ckin’ season, i get better (woah, yeah)
need a ladder ’cause my money in the nosebleed (yeah)
all this gold on me lookin’ like a trophy (yeah)
you from opp business, you don’t know me (yeah)
your b*tch ridin’ my d*ck like she owe me (yeah, yeah)
first l!ck i ever hit was for a rollie
i put his nikes on my kids likе a goalie
she seen the drip and lеt me hit it like ginóbili
and i been lookin’ ’round the city since a shorty (woo)
ha, ha (woo, woo)
ha, ayy

[verse 1: young thug]
mistress, mistress, tell me who my mistress is
who the f*ck is the creator of this drippin’ sh*t?
got all these b*tches on my d*ck, and yeah, they milkin’ sh*t
n*ggas ain’t doubled, doubled down ’cause we drippin’ sh*t
just a diamond in the rough
i got a bag, i’m not gon’ tussle
got sick and tired of showin’ my muscle
i’m ’bout to take these n*ggas’ ho
i’m makin’ sure they missing
um, listen, i was littin’
she shut up and catch a drip*drip
i got implants, not no fillings
gucci, louis shoes and fendi
made a million, i was straight up off a titty
ha, ha (woo, woo)
[chorus: young thug]
abracadabra
diamonds blingin’, you can’t see me like i’m casper (yeah)
take these b*tches to four seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
every motherf*ckin’ season, i get better (woah, yeah)
need a ladder ’cause my money in the nosebleed (yeah)
all this gold on me lookin’ like a trophy (yeah)
you from opp business, you don’t know me (yeah)
your b*tch ridin’ my d*ck like she owe me (yeah)
first l!ck i ever hit was for a rollie
i put his nikes on my kids like a goalie
she seen the drip and let me hit it like ginóbili
and i been lookin’ ’round the city since a shorty (woo)
ha, ha (woo, woo)
ha, ayy

[verse 2: young thug]
i’m sh*ttin’, no bathroom
oh, i needed value
oh, why is you worried?
told ’em ’bout how you ride d*ck
seats red, spaghetti
who am i to judge me?
no relations, i don’t wanna cuff it
no game, oh my, you rusty
oh my [?], why you love me?
ha, ha
[chorus: young thug]
abracadabra
diamonds blingin’, you can’t see me like i’m casper (yeah)
take these b*tches to four seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
every motherf*ckin’ season, i get better (woah, yeah)
need a ladder ’cause my money in the nosebleed (yeah)
all this gold on me lookin’ like a trophy (yeah)
you from opp business, you don’t know me (yeah)
your b*tch ridin’ my d*ck like she owe me (yeah)
first l!ck i ever hit was for a rollie
i put his nikes on my kids like a goalie
she seen the drip and let me hit it like ginóbili
and i been lookin’ ’round the city since a shorty (woo)
ha, ha (woo, woo)
ha, ayy

- metro boomin young thug lyrics

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