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Young Thug( Jeffery Lamar Williams )
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Hookah
imma muh muh playa imma muh muh playa imma muh muh playa Aye, imma muh muh playa cause
im the shawty of the day take all your niggas then i throw um all away your nigga in my chat talking bout he want me back but i dont want no leftovers so step bak I'm a rich chick by the way And still take your money and i spend on pay day body so curver got your nigga so flirty Don't wanna talk, man get out my face My new nigga to cute mow my ex mad cause he not my new boo i be rocking hard got your nigga credit card shoutout to you niggas for being broke brads to all you hoes im the C.O Mess with me and your dead meat bro Hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Imma muh muh playa imma muh muh playa imma muh muh playa Aye, imma muh muh playa cause imma muh muh playa, ayee imma muh muh playa, ayee imma muh muh playa imma muh muh playa
imma muh muh playa imma muh muh playa
Rubbin on my chain blowing cloudmatic Smoke something with a G and bend that ass backwards Lay back relax and talk mathematics Later on we test a little sex practice Write my name on the wall Money in the mattress bet she wanna get involved She hopped on the blunt said 'Where the hookah y'all?' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I tell her pass back if the shit too strong It's all set; Mozart art on the blog so wet I got her where I want her and I ain't done yet Looking at your future baby put down the cigarette Come hop on this kush jet and take flight Tell them bitches 'mmm fuck that' You wanna lay in bed I got a magic carpet for that ass yes
I'm also on one, got two Olsen's on me Big homie, Young Thugger Thugger rolling Rolls Royce so shorty
Baby pass me the hookah Baby pass me the hookah Baby pass me the hookah Aye, baby just pass me the hoo-kah cause
Ben Frank baddies in the Benz waggin' You know she want a ride home hop on the band wagon I got the chain saggy, you know that life lavish Lifestyles like this gon' need magnums Pass baby, welcome to rich class baby You all Maybelline, with ya new Celine Audemars on lean, cars on sheen You white girl but black girl ghetto fly ting It's verified, they ain't on your sea level Watered eyes don't cry inhale and breath regular My baby on it, high at the crack of dawn and Baby shape, figure 8 like Picasso draw ya
Oh yes I'm winnin', bling kingin', ring blingin' Like like for no reason, let's get closer, closed in Remove your clothes we close friends Don't get choked smoking OG Oakland Shout out Oakland
Baby pass me the hookah Baby pass me the hookah Baby pass me the hookah Aye, baby just pass me the hoo-kah cause
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