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Versuri Young Thug – Don’t Know lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
London on the track, bitch
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My newest bitch say that she got it, you dig?
Show me your mil’, I put my SIG in, you dig? (Ayy)
I want that pussy ‘cause it’s as tight as a kick
Look at my Rollie, it stay cold as a fridge (Ayy)
Push your top back ‘cause I feel like it’s a wig
I don’t know why, I don’t know why, but I did
I don’t know why, I don’t know why, yeah
But can you hurry up and buy? Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Graduated from Howard, I’m the shit, no bowel
Beat it up for an hour, she wet as a shower
Hoppin’ out on them cowards with nothing but them whoppers
I’m a level five goblin
Thirty deep, all them lil’ niggas be mobbin’
Have you ever seen a street geek barbarian?
R.I.P. Monroe, no Marilyn
Give my mama everything, nigga, evident
Ayy, I ain’t goin’ steady, but I’m ready (Yeah)
Let them bitches hit just like your necklace (Yeah)
We got blocks and we treacherous (Yeah)
Take your necklace, you neckless
Please stay out of my section, yeah
Pullin’ out the chopper the moment a nigga get here

[Chorus: Young Thug & Shad da God]
My newest bitch say that she got it, you dig?
Show me your mil’, I put my SIG in, you dig? (Ayy)
I want that pussy ‘cause it’s as tight as a kick
Look at my Rollie, it stay cold as a fridge (Ayy)
Push your top back ‘cause I feel like it’s a wig
I don’t know why, I don’t know why, but I did
I don’t know why, I don’t know why, yeah (God)
But can you hurry up and buy? Yeah (Got this shit, man)

[Verse 2: Shad da God]
God, got this gas, blowin’ so hard (So hard)
All them niggas shrimp, they some poor boys
They gon’ make us let the windows down on a Rolls-Royce
Hustle hard, I keep the .40, .40 got a dick
Bitches get ‘round me, they sneezin’, jewelry game sick (Achoo)
I love mud, I done poured a deuce up so slick (A duece)
Hop up in my car, now lick and go and sit on the stick (Now watch out)
Put the marker on them niggas and see if they real (Is you real?)
I’m out in Texas, buyin’ pint, keepin’ shit trill (Keep it trill)
I got ashes droppin’ on the Bentley steerin’ wheel
Xan’ got me feelin’ like I’m on a Ferris wheel (My head spinning)
They came ‘round the neighborhood with that fire play (Ooh)
He got him a drop-top just like a stingray
My nigga came with them bales, that shit was green day (It was green day)
I play the star role, juggin’ like in a screenplay (Woo)
God

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My newest bitch say that she got it, you dig?
Show me your mil’, I put my SIG in, you dig? (Ayy)
I want that pussy ‘cause it’s as tight as a kick
Look at my Rollie, it stay cold as a fridge (Ayy)
Push your top back ‘cause I feel like it’s a wig
I don’t know why, I don’t know why, but I did
I don’t know why, I don’t know why, yeah
But can you hurry up and buy? Yeah