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lirik lagu still – young thug

[intro: young thug]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(wheezy beats)
ay

[chorus: young thug]
i’m still getting money (still gettin’ cash)
i’m still getting fetti (woo-hoo)
i’m still getting moolah (run it)
i’m still getting treasures (yeah, yeah)
i’m still spending lettuce (still spendin’ racks)
i run, jerome bettis (i run, jerome)
don’t even try to play with us (nah)
you know we ain’t lettin’ you (h-ll nah)
i still got a bad b-tch, yeah (still got a bad)
i’m still living lavish, yeah
i’m still giving payments (yeah)
i’m still getting payments (still getting payments)
you dig (you dig, you dig, ah)
you dig, oh yeah (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

[verse 1: young thug]
bae, you dig? oh yeah, yeah
don’t walk nowhere, are you in a wheelchair? yeah
don’t stop and stare, she mine, yeah (woo)
look at my pimp card, player, yeah (ayy)
these hoes will do you the baddest (hey)
if you find one bad bag (if you find a bad b-tch, keep her)
foreign cars, they back in (rrrr, rrrr)
never pour no trash (never pour no trash, n-gga), ayy
i’m red like a firetruck (red like a firetruck)
just got back from nasa (i just got back from)
bought my b-tch the new wagon (just bought the rrrah)
we don’t know nothin’ ’bout bygones (we doin’ nothin’ but cash)
i red carpet the ground that she walk on (red carpet the ground that she walk on)
i told her to get whatever she want (hey)

[verse 2: lil duke]
i’m still gettin’ fetti (cash)
pockets on whopper, no lettuce (racks)
young n-gga so broke, i can bet it (broke)
i know he a rat, he gon’ tell it (snitch)
these rappers, they p-ssy, i smell it (p-ssy)
i want that bread like a deli (bread)
pour by the four, i don’t match (lean)
b-tch, i need all of my extras (extras)
all of these n-ggas, they act like they with it and ain’t even ready (ain’t even ready)
b-tch, i’m goin’ out like ox did on belly
came from the block, i was robbin and sellin’ (brrr)
jumped off the porch with a mac-11
[?] the dice so we [?] eleven (we shootin’ dice)
i need that cash, i need that guap
count up the cheese, i need a knot ([?])
she suck on the d-ck like a lollipop (suck it)
told her boot up on the molly rock (boot up)
we sip that lean, we don’t drink ciroc (lean)
put on celine when i’m steppin’ out (steppin’ out)
i got that beam on the k (bow)
ysl, got it engraved (ysl)
p-ssy n-ggas throwin’ shade (shade, shade)
k!ll ’em and p-ss on their grave (woo)

[chorus: young thug]
i’m still getting money (still gettin’ cash)
i’m still getting fetti (woo-hoo)
i’m still getting moolah (run it)
i’m still getting treasures (yeah, yeah)
i’m still spending lettuce (still spendin’ racks)
i run, jerome bettis (i run, jerome)
don’t even try to play with us (nah)
you know we ain’t lettin’ you (h-ll nah)
i still got a bad b-tch, yeah (still got a bad)
i’m still living lavish, yeah
i’m still givin payments (yeah)
i’m still getting payments (still getting payments)
you dig (you dig, you dig, ah)
you dig, oh yeah (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

[verse 3: quavo]
i’m still gon’ serve you (yeah)
i still got birds too (oh)
these drugs won’t hurt you (no)
these drugs won’t hurt you (ooh)
still got a egg beater (skrr, skrr)
still got a old pot (skrr, skrr)
still n-ggas still plottin’ (where?)
still n-ggas gettin’ shot (brrr)
big ol’ bankroll (cash)
pockets on snot nose (racks)
took a b-tch out the hood (hood)
and put her in designer clothes (yeah)
i’m in my ‘rarri, took a plate a calamari (eat it up)
rings like horry, play like curry, b-tch, i’m sorry
that’s why a n-gga need a bad b-tch (bad)
she know how to treat a savage (savage)
she won’t even talk to 12 (nah)
she ain’t even gotta ask me (yeah)
trappin’ out a old park (trap)
pull up, dinosaur, jur-ssic (yeah)
she got a cute face, bad body, but i took her, now she all plastic (yeah)
barbie doll, barbie doll (ayy)
trap star, block boy (trap)
thousand feet from a neighbor ’cause i want a tiger and i paid for it (aww)
i’ma ride with him, i’m gon’ slide with him (aww)
i might put my trust in him, i’ma put my pies in him (pies)
i ain’t gon’ get tied in him (naw), i’ma fly with him (uh)
(yeah) i’ma, yeah

- young thug

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