Letra de Faces - Young Thug

This is what you need, need (Ayy)

I came with plenty racks

This is what you need

Wear my heart (Heart), on my sleeve (Hey)

Sit me down, baby, tell me what it is

Cross my heart, the door ajar unless it's Bentley

Say you wanna turn my back, don't go knock on my dawg door (Yeah, yeah)

I'm makin' love to shawty, oh (Yeah)

Hey sis, spendin' it up

Okay, you beat your cases and you don't have to sell the can now (Sell the can now)

And her fuckin' ring look like the Grand Slam (Woah)

Oh, I'ma have to take a Bentley jet to transit (Woah)

Eat us some lobsters, just the bros, I left the hoes out

Lost thirty million this year and that's with the shows out (Woah)

I told 'em put the rest of it up, we got to hold out

Got a few opp bitches tryna figure out where my show spot

Them racist pockets full of big faces

Get you paid quick, walk up on 'em and just face it (Bah)

Open cases, guess they thought I was somethin' to play with (Woo)

Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady (Woo)

Tryna rob, your chances are slimmer than Shady (Yeah)

She got her hair long with the Maisons on, no basic (Oh yeah, yeah)

Got me thinkin' everybody 'round me cheatin' (Yeah)

These niggas basic, they need to face it

I'ma turn off the light

Lil' shawty, is you breathin'?

Tell me if you caught a fever

Strictly fuckin' up every season (Oh)

I took a Roxy and it changed me

I took her out, she know the pain, baby

You a hard-headed nigga, yeah, fuck all that though

No back and forth with the mob 'bout them nothin'-ass hoes

No back and forth with the mob 'bout your ratchet ass, yeah

I hope you plan on growin' up with your ratchet ass, yeah

Ah-la-la, la-la-la

Ooh, ooh, na-na

I don't wanna give you no crown

Ooh, oh, messy with heartaches

My heart gone

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