Letra de Hoodie - Young Thug

(Feat. Lil Gotit, BSlime)

(Southside on the track, yeah)

Yeah, that's my buddy, buddy

What about (Metro)?

That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy

Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it

Make sure you let her experience her nutty

Put that dick all in her ribs and her gutty

Drinkin' Kid Cudi, actin' all slutty

In front company, Trayvon hoodie

Know it's all goodie

Don Juan pimpin', bitch, it's black tees, hoodies

Durag business

Lookin' all boogie, but savin' all your cookies

Act' to the right, red for the rookies

Ass on the right and on the left

Bunch of wealthy rich guys like ourselves, hey (Yeah, like ourselves, hey)

And you was supposed to call me back

But I'm glad you didn't 'cause I got busy

I just got a call, one of my brothers got whacked

It was time to ride, slid the sticks and the masks

You know if I pass, you won't get a call back and

I won't hit you back, you never could've imagined

Round of applause, you think you winnin' the battle

Mama say she look in my eyes, she see a casket

Daddy said he look in my eyes, he see a bastard

I look in his eyes and I see a future pastor

Funny niggas tryna be cool, you're an actor

No, I don't wanna lose, so I Casper

I was rockin' Jimmy Choos on my first tour

I still was thinkin' like a fool on my first tour

Now I'm on my worst tour

That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy

Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it

Make sure you let her experience her nutty

Put that dick all in her ribs and her gutty

Drinkin' Kid Cudi, actin' all slutty

In front company, Trayvon hoodie

Know it's all goodie

Don Juan pimpin', bitch, it's black tees, hoodies

Durag business

Rich stepper, let's begin, I got a million on the coast

Thousand, bet a thousand, shoot it all, I'm bettin' on Cee-lo

Cash prize, let her cash it in, ain't left her with a note

Never bit, niggas, ain't never, ever (Never)

Palm Angel with the vibes, we like to swap out (We like to swap out)

Drop top, we pushin' P, she got her cock-eyed, cock-eyed

Sharin' bank rolls, they brung them props out (They brung them props out)

Ain't no switchin' sides, I'm with the guys 'til I pass out

Now they say they feelin' us (Yeah), but reality, they ain't as big as us (Nah)

Fuck her every night, I know for sure, she catchin' many nuts (Body count)

Cali Distro sendin' boxes through just like it's Pizza Hut (Phew)

Put it on, they eat it up (Eat it), flooded diamonds, my pieces up

Drop the top, you smell me in the wind

I been feelin' like a DJ when I tell 'em spin (Three sixty)

Ran up all these millions, so I went, copped ma that Benz (Skrrt)

Long live my fuckin' brother, that's my brodie, that's my twin (Keed, Keed)

That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy

Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it

Make sure you let her experience her nutty

Put that dick all in her ribs and her gutty

Drinkin' Kid Cudi, actin' all slutty

In front company, Trayvon hoodie

Know it's all goodie

Don Juan pimpin', bitch, it's black tees, hoodies

Durag business

Lookin' all boogie, but savin' all your cookies

Act' to the right, red for the rookies

Ass on the right and on the left

Bunch of wealthy rich guys like ourselves, hey

Like ourselves, hey

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