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Young Thug
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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?'
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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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