Out the Bowl

Young Thug & Gucci Mane - Rap, In English
Out the Bowl
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Duration: 2:58
Lyrics
[Intro: Gucci Mane] Uh, hold up hold up hold up And my nigga Thug in this motherfucker Turn it up, cut it up a little more Feel like I'm sleepwalkin' (Yeah) Sleep talkin' [Verse 1: Gucci Mane and Young Thug] Cut my bitch off, wash my dick off in a bitch mouth Make her kiss your boy, you ain't ride, so you bitched out Shawty so fine that I can't put the bitch out But she got me pissed off, damn I should have tricked off Slick sauce on my clique boss, this ain't Kriss Kross Brick loft, get it off like the real Rick Ross 1017 boss, bitch call me gold mouth Big Guwop in the house and he showed out Disrespect Brick Squad and you get drugged out And every time I limp down the street, that's a plug walk Gucci used to be the shiznit, can he still lift? Ten tell ten that I got your bitch ten pills Telling everybody in the place, can't sit still Sorry to say that I know where your bitch live Gucci used to be a rich man, and he still is Bag came wrong, I'ma show them what the deal is Rolling like motherfucker, 45 X pills She make me say (My my my) [?] easy [Chorus: Young Thug] Woah, woah, woah (Woah-woah, woah-woah) We got that fish scale jumping out the bowl (Fish scale) 15 hundred comin' out a nigga's nose Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes (Cash out today) Woah, woah, woah (Yeah, baby) We got that fish scale jumping out the bowl (Okay-kay) 15 hundred comin' out a nigga's nose (Yeah) Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes (Yeah, Thugger) [Verse 2: Young Thug] Brand new Bentley, Young Thug gettin' it Her hair extended, my clip extended Me and her twinsies, Ferragamo and Fendi Jimmy call for the Lindsay's, mouth gold, no penny Gotta keep up my image, so therefore I got birds flying Birds over your head, no pretending, I got plenty Freeze, bitch, get in position Knees, please, suck me 'til I'm empty S-double-M, we gon' squeeze it 'til it's empty They are like Arthurs, we are like Binkys Thousand for my cologne, never catch me stinky Ooh, look at her winky, at young me, oh my G [Chorus: Young Thug] Woah, woah, woah (Woah-woah, woah-woah) We got that fish scale jumping out the bowl (Fish scale) 15 hundred comin' out a nigga's nose Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes (Cash out today) Woah, woah, woah (Yeah, baby) We got that fish scale jumping out the bowl (Okay-kay) 15 hundred comin' out a nigga's nose (Yeah) Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes (Yeah, Thugger)
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Credits
- Writers
- Gucci Mane
- Young Thug