Justin Rarri feat. Gunna – THUGBABY Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics THUGBABY – Justin Rarri feat. Gunna

RIP the p**sy then heartbreak
Shorty eating salad that parsley
Put da bands on ya man watch the car shake
In the Louie V bag should be more cake
B**ch I be the n**ga that they all hate
I aint ever finna listen what they all say
Count up big bread in Broadway
Said I don’t regret them hard days

Essential gotta keep a ruger on hip n**ga essential
I jus f**ked cougar backseat of a rental
F**kin wit me cuz really she think I be the answer
Wish a n**ga would rolled ’em up in a pencil
Two dracos get ’em gone no silencio
N**gas leavin nun aint no evidential
Run the bag on ’em like oh Imma tax em
Ohh Imma tax em

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N**ga left home gotta gold Patek
F**ked the b**ch once and I ain’t call her back
Way too rich, I’m hard to catch
Silly b**ch sent me a horrible text
Wondering I don’t wanna argue back
Literally ain’t use to wearing heart in it
A lot of these rappers be starting crap

N**gas did some drugs can’t watch me
I took a hit still can’t stop me
But usually cut the tax on Roxi
Ain’t gang but I call ’em my possi
These pu**ies should be riding in a car seat
I’m .. in her p**sy like Broccoli
B**ch lying got a n**ga so salty
This cash got me f**king on barbies

Wanna adore me, h*e ain’t nun free
N**ga tried to screw like Bun B
Road to the riches ain’t nun sweet
The road to the riches ain’t nun sweet
The rocks coming in got love seats
The wap gotta double cup money

RIP the p**sy then heartbreak
Shorty eating salad that parsley
Put da bands on ya man watch the car shake
In the Louie V bag should be more cake
B**ch I be the n**ga that they all hate
I aint ever finna listen what they all say
Count up big bread in Broadway
Said I don’t regret them hard days

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Essential gotta keep a ruger on hip n**ga essential
I jus f**ked cougar backseat of a rental
F**kin wit me cuz really she think I be the answer
Wish a n**ga would Rolled ’em up in a pencil
Two dracos get ’em gone no silencio
N**gas leavin nun aint no evidential
Run the bag on ’em like oh Imma tax em
Ohh Imma tax em

Gotta bad b**ch she act hella goofy tho
I don’t bring her around me she talk alot
That my n**ga he kno he don’t act like h*e
Kno that im blowing up first and n**gas not
And I kno they plottin I keep a glock

RIP that n**gas that walked cross fire
Always back out my pole on a red light
Shorty askin if a n**ga paranoid ouu woah
Moonwalkin at 16 diamonds hittin boutta toosie
Slide while f**kin ya h*e
Told ya buddy don’t text me n**ga
I be rollin off exotic finna get me out zone

My momma say she miss me told her I be trappin
She be laughin b**ches crying on her phone
We gon prove when that f**k n**ga step up
Bae don’t judge me I smoke lotta pressure

I be high as f**k no n**gas liking us
Your b**ch just booked up telly inviting us
And thats prolly why that f**k n**ga mad
Know he better stay in his bag
In this quarantine season
Trappin for the weekend
Pointers hittin make a n**ga start to blinking
Get to bussin if these n**gas start to thinking
Kno that they watching

RIP the p**sy then heartbreak
Shorty eating salad that parsley
Put da bands on ya man watch the car shake
In the Louie V bag should be more cake
B**ch I be the n**ga that they all hate
I aint ever finna listen what they all say
Count up big bread in Broadway
Said I don’t regret them hard days

Essential gotta keep a ruger on hip n**ga essential
I jus f**ked cougar backseat of a rental
F**kin wit me cuz really she think I be the answer
Wish a n**ga would Rolled ’em up in a pencil
Two dracos get ’em gone no silencio
N**gas leavin nun aint no evidential
Run the bag on ’em like oh Imma tax ’em
Ohh Imma tax ’em…

➤ Written by PittThaKiD, Gunna, SumYunGhai & Justin Rarri
Album: Youngest In Kharge
Produced by PittThaKiD & SumYunGhai
Justin Rarri | Gunna | two0two0

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