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Artiste : Young Thug
Titre : Fifth Day Dead
(Yeah, oh, no)
(Yeah, oh, no)
(Yeah, oh, no)
(Yeah, yeah, oh, no)
(Tell me, oh, no)

(Say, oh, no)
(Yeah)

Moncler coat ´cause I´m the coldest out
I had 20 thousand pints sealed in a drought
Tore your bitch in the corner, me and the dogs gettin´ after her
Got twenty-seven colors, this Versace couch
I got it from Birdman, out of his Miami spot
I told the bitch don´t call me, she a Miami thot
They hate to see you racking, big gold Patek´s rose gold
White diamonds on my wrist, it´s like my main bitch told
I caught a cop out for the Benz, that winter was cold
I got a lot of thots, but got respect for my hoes
I got a lot of spots to recess for all my kids in the back

Playground school full of teachers askin´ why I love ´em brats

Got big baguettes sittin´ on my neck
I told it to my dawgs, I told the feds
Fuck all the opps, they can´t see shit like this
I fucked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called ´em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin´ on Wock this ain´t no red

Passport shawty, I can take this bitch places
High heel Chanel, oh she rockin´ big aces
A pussy nigga wish he could trade places
I told a nigga "You must be kidding, I´m goin´ Maison"
I called my watch stupid ´cause the time froze

150 for my tooth and when I find hoes
My niggas smoke Biscotti, not the pine cone
My nigga Jimbo did a dime, now he back home

I be countin´ money all night long
And to my dawgs who can´t fall off no more
I used to walk down, buyin´ out the store
Her body was natural, now she plastic, she a barbie

Got big baguettes sittin´ on my neck
I told it to my dawgs, I told the feds
Fuck all the opps, they can´t see shit like this
I fucked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called ´em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin´ on Wock this ain´t no red

(Yeah, oh, no)
(Yeah, oh, no)
(Yeah, oh, no)
(Yeah, yeah, oh, no)
(Tell me, oh, no)
(Say, oh, no)
(Yeah, yeah)