Ski (feat. Young Thug & Gunna)

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The price I want for a show, you 'gon need three promoters
I got the body from Jim Ellis, but I had switched the motor
I got these bad ass bitches riding 'round this bitch and they all the coldest
I just told her make a store run
I just bought all the Trojans
I told her stay out my mentions
I told her stop telling everything she seen and told hеr: Meet me at the Ritz
I got baguеttes in the back of my ring and I wasn't even tryna hit
I told her she gotta run through the team before she can talk to the lick
Lamb chop, I just pulled up in some food
I told lil' mama: Tie all my shoes
Showed her two million cash, now she woozy
Twenty watches and I'm still snoozin'
I had came up out the trenches, then I had beat a few bodies like Boosie
She said: You murk 'em, I show you my coochie
I had to sing to this bitch like lil' Toosii

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Bitch got a Backwood on her nightstand, she must be fuckin' with Gunna
I fuck with slatts and we come to eat rats and I came with some fuckin' piranhas

All this Biscotti I got in my 'Wood, need somebody grow me a tree
Came out the hood, now my trunk got a hood, now I crank up the car with no keys
Beat it, she for the street-neet-neets
Only once, she got hit at the 'spinini
I feel a lil' rich this week, to influence my family to not be cheap
I tote an FN on me, call Neechie-Neech, it’s a Glock he keep
Duke Rollin' 60's, he locked in C's
We roll in that coupe with the bucket seats
Got out that mud like a football cleat
I used to trap out of that four-door Jeep
Call up the plug and he know what I need
Stay on her knees so we hardly speak
I'm in New York counting shmoney
Ain't the stuntman, but I'm stuntin'
Wunna, these vibes wanna love me
Not wifey, and no lovey-dovey

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Bitch had an Act' stain on her jeans, I know she fucking with Thugger
I fuck with slatts and we come to eat rats, and I came with some fuckin' piranhas