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lirik lagu gigolo – young thug

[intro]
ayy, man, you could ask a godd-mn— every fleetwood it is
y’know what i’m sayin’?
you could ask tony yo
mooky, speedboat, 4 trey, dulu, [?]
bigger racks
murda on the beat, that’s not nice man
that’s why i got big bags
hee!

[chorus]
i got me fifty hoes, i’m a young gigolo
i got me fifty hoes, i’m a young gigolo
five hundred fifty bros, and i’m in the middle though
didn’t go to school too long, but i know the centerfold
wrist on a brick, i used to serve at the nicks
you want a list? hunnid shot, you gon’ get hit
we ’boutta pull up with the sticks, think twice ‘fore who you diss
you better not trust that b-tch, then i’ll swap your sh-t

[verse 1]
hop out your bentley, then hop in the bentley, then pull off and skin it
actavis sizzurp every summer, i ain’t tussin’, you drankin’ that whitney
i’m ’boutta serve the plug a couple times, then they ran off of business
n-body wanna serve a n-gg- now, we ran off on the [?]
geeked like whitney, y’all got me geeked like whitney
money got me geeked like whitney, give me dough, head like whitney
diamonds, they sprayin’ like whitney, got a hunna on yo head, i’m in it
hop out, mix, spray it like lenny, y’all n-gg- racks like kittens
tell me what you need, new school, no yeezys
better ready for the feast, new shoes, no yeezys
me and my b-tch be, [?] in the [?]
and i’m ready to pimp her, send off on the clive christian
and that’s why

[verse 2]
i’d rather cop me a whip, i won’t diss no b-tch
ten thousand dollar worth clips, we ain’t runnin’ out of this sh-t
give a percocet to these b-tches, got a b-tch slurpin’ on d-ck
got a circle lane with the clique, universal n-gg- with the sh-ts
4 trey don’t got no play, geeked up on no money
still like i’m on cocaine, get money still on my dough plate
minks all on my floor, mane, seven thousand dollars for a toe chain
turn a cuban link to a choke chain, i’m ’bout to blow like propane
i got ten chains on me, hoe, i ain’t worry ’bout no 2 chainz
we got the block for our door ’cause mama don’t need no new paint
i got ferraris and boats, walk at the dock and go hop on a boat
a long way from maintain, getting head in the mulsanne
the realest, the illest, you know i’m gon’ make sure the crew ate
the critics, forget it, i’m just tryna make sure your crew dead
when the business get finished, you get hundred racks and a blue range
i’m dennis the menace, i’ve been gettin’ this paper for a couple ages

- young thug

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