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  • Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    Yeah yeah yeah
    Yeah yeah yea
    Yeah yeah yeah
    Wheezybeats

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
    Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
    Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
    Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
    I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
    Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
    Ya dig
    Ya dig

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Bae, ya dig
    Oh yeah yeah
    Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
    Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
    Look at my pimp card, player yeah
    These hoes will do you the baddest
    If you find one bad bag
    If you find a bad bitch then keep her
    Foreign cars, they back in
    Never pour no trash
    Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
    Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
    A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
    I told her to get whatever she want

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
    Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
    Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
    Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
    I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
    Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
    Ya dig
    Ya dig

    [Verse 2: Lil Duke]
    Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
    Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
    These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
    Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
    All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
    Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
    Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
    Count up that cash, I need that guap
    Count up that cheese, I need a knot
    She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
    We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
    I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
    Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
    Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
    Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
    Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
    I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
    Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
    Ya dig
    Ya dig

    [Verse 3: Quavo]
    Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
    These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
    Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
    Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
    Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
    Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
    I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
    Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
    Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
    She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
    Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
    She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
    Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
    Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
    Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
    I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
    I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
    Imma, yeah

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
    Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
    Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
    Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
    I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
    Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
    Ya dig
    Ya dig


  • Danny Brown – Tell Me What I Don’t Know Lyrics

    (Verse 1)
    Street smart, Ph.D
    Dropped out for a ni**a degree
    Not on me
    Keep the doubles off me
    Cause we was living in shit
    Couldn’t afford property
    Lil ni**a getting fronting from OGs
    Oz of OG bagged up in the Pelle
    In a school hall way on a burner celly
    Leaving out of class early caught a cell for 20
    How long will they last?
    Never ending race, chasing cash
    One lane going wrong way til I crash
    Teacher find my sack, going nowhere fast

    (Chorus)
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Last night homie got killed at the liquor store
    Shot my ni**a on the way to get a Swisher
    Breaking down the weed when the call got received

    (Verse 2)
    We was so ambitious
    All we really wanted was new Jordans and some bitches
    Flashing bankrolls in the club taking pictures
    Thinking we was grown men, really lil ni**as
    Jumping dope fiends that’s owing us for credit
    Taking turns catching shells things copacetic
    Slice your tomato if you owe us for the lettuce
    Running through the sack of D sorta like Jerome Bettis
    Now heed the outcome
    Hit the block, hit the stash and they found some
    Lock us all up for a bag of some
    Now we in the county writing letters I miss you

    (Chorus)
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Hood raid came through kicking down the front door
    Now we facing judge, got us sitting up in court
    Gave us all probation now we smoke Newports
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Hood raid came through kicking down the front door
    Now we facing judge, got us sitting up in court
    Gave us all probation now we smoke Newports
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Tell me what I don’t know

    (Verse 3)
    And we was so gone ho
    Wet a ni**a up like he got his poncho
    On the block all day chasing that cilantro
    Hood raid kicking on the front door
    It’s like a cycle
    You get out, I go in, this is not the life for us
    It’s like a cycle
    You get out, I go in, this is not the life for us

    (Chorus)
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Last night homie got killed at the liquor store
    Shot my ni**a on the way to get a Swisher
    Breaking down the weed when the call got received
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Hood raid came through kicking down the front door
    Now we facing judge, got us sitting up in court
    Gave us all probation now we smoke Newports
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Tell me what I don’t know
    Tell me what I don’t know