Fatal:

P-Y-T, Player Young Thug, I guess the cupid must've hit a nigga with a slug... running around town looking for this bitch to fuck, and if she can't hang, she can get the nuts... here's a dog from the bed to the floor, and on floors, manajatwa the dross, big dresses, no bras... let me run it thru ya stomach, baby, Thug Life, down dirty and dumb for look young and blunted... up and down like a rollercoaster, let me hit it from the back, sit and relax and I'll overdose ya... I take my time baby, when you get ya clothes on, doin' everything in my power to get the hoes on off, my back... I feel ya pain and aches, but Hussein can't wait... who can play me, I date, dime after dime, love ain't for thugs, brownoisin' niggas nose dirty as the mud... I get the real honeys, I showed you how to chill honey, the best dressed, respected with the most seal money...

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Fatal:

You know I love it when ya got the thong in, when I stick it in and take my time, sweetheart ya all in... babygirl, you made me fade the world tryin' to get you, all the niggas I ripped thru, confident I don't hit you... the wildest thug nigga, you could profile, and combat we act like criminals on a Alget... I give you ya space, keep them punks out ya face, put them hoes in place tryin' to play me like a Ace... ain't no tellin' who jellin' on us behind my back, and I just love it when you cum, cause I get high and relax...

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Fatal:

You want the chedder, and when I go down sell my Baretta, rock all my sweaters, writin' nasty love letters... thinkin' bout where I got my tat, tat holdin' medal bars, servin' 'em ghetto stars with a blackmat... I'm only mobbin' cause I got to be real quick, stick hit a lick, with a trigger like a robbery... it's snake honeys make money, the same way them Outlaw niggas from ya fake hood take money...

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