Gigolo – Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Gigolo – Young Thug

Gigolo lyrics
Man you could ask a goddamn every fleetwood it is
You know what I am saying?
You could as Tony Yo
Mooky Speedboat 4 Trey Dulu
Bigger racks
Murda on the beat that’s not nice man
That’s why I got big bags

I got me fifty h**s I’m a young gigolo
I got me fifty h**s I’m a young gigolo
Five hundred fifty bros and I’m in the middle though
Didn’t go to school too long but I know the centerfold
Wrist on the bricks I used to serve at the nicks
You want a list? Hunnid shot you gon’ get hit
We ’boutta pull up with the sticks think twice ‘fore who you diss
You better not trust that b***h then I’ll swap your s**t

Hop out your Bentley then hop in the Bentley then pull off and skin it
Actavis sizzurp every summer I ain’t tussin’ you drankin’ that Whitney
I’m ’boutta serve the plug a couple times then they ran off of business
Nobody wanna serve a n***a now we ran off on the ..
Geeked like Whitney y’all got me geeked like Whitney
Money got me geeked like Whitney give me dough head like Whitney
Diamonds they sprayin’ like Whitney got a hunna on yo head I’m in it
Hop out mix spray it like Lenny y’all n***a racks like kittens
Tell me what you need new school no Yeezys
Better ready for the feast new shoes no Yeezys
Me and my b***h be .. in the ..
And I’m ready to pimp her send off on the Clive Christian
And that’s why

I got me fifty h**s I’m a young gigolo
I got me fifty h**s I’m a young gigolo
Five hundred fifty bros and I’m in the middle though
Didn’t go to school too long but I know the centerfold
Wrist on the bricks I used to serve at the nicks
You want a list? Hunnid shot you gon’ get hit
We ’boutta pull up with the sticks think twice ‘fore who you diss
You better not trust that b***h then I’ll swap your s**t

I’d rather cop me a whip I won’t diss no b***h
Ten thousand dollar worth clips we ain’t runnin’ out of this s**t
Give a Percocet to these bitches got a b***h slurpin’ on d**k
Got a circle lane with the clique universal n***a with the shits
4 Trey don’t got .. geeked up on no money versuri-lyrics.info
Still like I’m on cocaine get money still on my dough plate
Minks all on my floor mane seven thousand dollars for a toe chain
Turn a Cuban link to a choke chain I’m ’bout to blow like propane
I got ten chains on me hoe I ain’t worry ’bout no b***h
We got the block for our door ’cause mama don’t need no new paint
I got Ferraris and boats walk at the dock and go hop on a boat
A long way from maintain getting head in the Mulsanne
The realest the illest you know I’m gon’ make sure the crew ate
The critics forget it I’m just tryna make sure your crew dead
When the business get finished you get hundred racks and a blue Range
I’m Dennis The Menace I’ve been gettin’ this paper for a couple ages

I got me fifty h**s I’m a young gigolo
I got me fifty h**s I’m a young gigolo
Five hundred fifty bros and I’m in the middle though
Didn’t go to school too long but I know the centerfold
Wrist on the bricks I used to serve at the nicks
You want a list? Hunnid shot you gon’ get hit
We ’boutta pull up with the sticks think twice ‘fore who you diss
You better not trust that b***h then I’ll swap your shittt

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