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Thugger, The Thugger, Baby Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro Metro! Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro And what? Metro Boomin want some more, nigga Sick Shoot him in his back like Ricky but not Slick Spent like 7 bands on a tri-colored pit All my signs red like a stop, nigga no pit Blow the purple, nigga, high like fuckin' martians, woah In a foreign, yesterday I was just walkin', woah Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, woah All red Dickies suit, I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hercu-Hercules Hercu-Hercules Hercu-Hercules Hercu-Hercules I smoke gas, that's that Hercules, strong marijuana She looked at him, oh now she watchin' me Bitch likes my persona Bitch I'm speedin' to that guapanese Old Chevy mounted up, I can't forget the T SongtexteDrop the top, shoot birds at the officers Fuck them boys, they costin' us, they stalkin' us They know they old lady not runnin', they'll fall for us We so tired of takin' loses, ain't no more chalkin' up I swear, I promise YSL on ape and they donkeys These niggas pointless, they want me wanted I'm still a stoner, MAC and cheese on me These niggas clone me, I'm full, but I'm still hungry Hey when the click clock, I'll make your bitch stop Ice inside my tick tock, boss cookies, no brisco I just bought a Cuban link, flooded with big rocks Snitches tryna juug at me, I gotta dead sum Sick Shoot him in his back like Ricky but not Slick Spent like 7 bands on a tri-colored pit All my signs red like a stop, nigga no pit Blow the purple, nigga, high like fuckin' martians, woah In a foreign, yesterday I was just walkin', woah Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, woah All red Dickies suit, I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hercu-Hercules Hercu-Hercules Hercu-Hercules Hercu-Hercules Okay first of all, I was doin' this shit 'fore I was rich I don't care at all, I'll go do a dolphin for my clique Fuck your conference call, pull up with a cheque and get my sig Double D, you dig? No firework, it was lit And then some fuck nigga was hatin' on me They took ya life and I know some fuck niggas waitin' on it I grab that TEC, I grab that 40 and the F&N Then we pulled up ready to squabble, yeah we waited on 'em Anaconda, we on that slime stuff, here to remind ya Fucked your old lady, she want the finest YSL, we shinin', let her stand behind us Yeah my crew we rock, rock, baby you can climb us I call my migo, migo come and let me juug through the city He stuffed it with burritos and he let 'em fly right to me Bitches call me Casino but I let 'em ride 'round the city She want bingo, kilo, no sweat, now she can ride in the Bentley Sick Shoot him in his back like Ricky but not Slick Spent like 7 bands on a tri-colored pit All my slimes red like a stop, nigga no pit Blow the purple, nigga, high like fuckin' martians, woah In a foreign, yesterday I was just walkin', woah Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, woah All red Dickies suit, I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hercu-Hercules Hercu-Hercules Hercu-Hercules Hercu-Hercules Aus Songtexte Mania