Letra de Bubbly - Young Thug

(Feat. Travis Scott, Drake)

Wheezy outta here

My career 'bout to blast like bubbly

I'm not waitin' for her to say she love me

I can tell she fuck with me, man, trust me

I got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzy

Three-twenty-five on the dashboard

Ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford

I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior

I took the jet to the New York store

She lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor

I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (Yeah)

You stay in your feelings, you never my boy

I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy

Another body drop and they screamin' my name

I'm goin' to L.A. on a private plane

Could never come back and my family straight (Grrah)

I'm touchable? No, I'm too rich and too paid

Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face

Pull up too deep like a fuckin' parade

Old jealous-ass niggas tryna fuck up my pay (Ha)

Blast off, Rolls-Royce Cullinan rain (Broke niggas)

I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my motherfuckin' chains (Chains)

This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it, I come through this motherfucker plain (Woah)

I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet (Yeah) and Coachella keep callin', they won't see the face

I took her to China and changed up her climate and now she ain't talkin' the same (Woah, yeah)

Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin'

The SVR still livin' deranged (Yeah)

I want her, she wanted the same

Hit 'em both same time, both glad that they came (It's lit)

Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained

Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (Oh)

Tat' a logo on the back of my brain

Don't ask me what the fuck am I thinkin'

Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank

Eric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit)

Area 29, got it lookin' like space

Houston, it's a problem way we bustin' up faces and shit

I came with the snakes, no squids (Straight up)

I broke out the game with a 456

She lovin' the fest', I see it

She lovin' the fest' (Straight up, straight up)

Yeah, I see it on her face, and I'm lovin' that body

In lace, I know you lovin' Spider and Jack

Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love yourself, take shots with me

If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (Wait)

YSL'll put a nigga six feet

I ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "Please"

Me and lil' Thugger on fleek

Now that lil' ho wanna meet, ayy

What, what, what, what?

Fuck her on beat

OVO life not cheap

I'm a young boy too T'd

Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh God, I'm geeked

Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak

Doin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6, man, it's bigger than me

Texas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin'

I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me—

Three-twenty-five on the dashboard

Ride in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford

Rockin' her bed and the headboard

What, what, what, what?

Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior

I took the jet to the New York store

Park at the regular airport

You stay in your feelings, was never my boy

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