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started from the bottom - young thug lyrics

[intro]
started from the bottom, now we headed to the top
started
this beat is so*so rich
metro boomin want some more n*gga

[chorus]
started from the bottom, now we headed to the top
i prefer red bottoms when i’m racin’ to the top
i remember gettin’ a crack*bomb and runnin’ straight to the block
different gang but the hustle don’t stop
i don’t need no n*ggas in my clique that ain’t ’bout sh*t
i don’t need no b*tches on my d*ck, they ain’t get sh*t
when i’m downin’ molly daughter, i’ma hit a l!ck, yeah
and stack it up ’till these n*ggas can’t beg

[verse 1]
n*gga walkin’ ’round with a dime*ball, fifty, no [?]
n*gga walkin’ ’round livin’, еven snitchin’ and taddlin’ though
i’m livin’ like fungus, i pass thesе rats to these animals (animals)
i love all her angles, no outlet but yeah we tangled though
b*tches screamin, “thugga” and cousin, and even “bousin”
ho get packed with that plussin’, fires’ll go, i won nothin’
now when you look, you blushin’ and l*stin’, you wanna f*ck it
if you was a man i’ll bust ya’, no discussion, i’ll leave ya’ gushin’ (gushin’)
hit ’em with that “woo*lay”
hey, i’ma feel her, she wanna screw me (screw me)
she get bands complimentary, ten crosses on my neck, i’m not no cutlet ’cause i got ten t’s
i woke up and noticed my bread was long, my new name blimpie
[chorus]
started from the bottom, now we headed to the top
i prefer red bottoms when i’m racin’ to the top
i remember gettin’ a crack*bomb and runnin’ straight to the block
different gang but the hustle don’t stop
i don’t need no n*ggas in my clique that ain’t ’bout sh*t
i don’t need no b*tches on my d*ck, they ain’t get sh*t
when i’m downin’ molly daughter, i’ma hit a l!ck, yeah
and stack it up ’till these n*ggas can’t beg

[verse 2]
i be like “oh” (oh)
hey, i’m make sure i let ’em know (know)
when i need bands i hit the road (road)
you gotta be careful jus’ like i told, yeah jus’ like i told ya’
and why’d you stay up just like folgers (folgers)
hey, and ysl never foldin’ (foldin’)
these b*tches love me ’cause i’m loaded (loaded)
i ran it up, and then i showed it
showed it (showed), showed it (showed it)
she like the fam’ the ysl big*timers (timers, timers)
hey, these b*tches so ugly they can’t find us, find us
(metro boomin want some more, haha)

- young thug lyrics

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