Testo Jonesboro - Young Thug
Testo della canzone Jonesboro (Young Thug), tratta dall'album BUSINESS IS BUSINESS
Man, fuck that, fuck that
(Metro in this bitch goin' crazy) (yeah)
Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (ay)
Nigga havin' goals, all through it, mouthin'
Life time goals (woo), rented through the roof (wha'?)
Pullin' out the Ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah)
Niggas talkin' shit, but what is it to do?
I knew his big homie, nigga and I got the proof (woo)
My spot is a army base and I got the proof
Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe
Change the channel, I don't wanna see none these pussy niggas (nah)
I've been fucking niggas bitches and get plenty figures
On the road to riches, ain't got the realest with us
Slaughter gang with me, nigga, nah, it's not a scissors
Street nigga with a bunch of lives like a tiger (yeah)
Y'all niggas just a bunch of dykes fucking niggas
Nigga told and he was my homie, I can't miss him
Ain't nobody feel him
Tell me what you seen? What you saw?
I done ran it up, I'm guessing, which broad
I'ma take 'em home tonight?
I'm tryna see if I can take it home tonight
Seen a John gettin' shot at the light (yeah)
They got to arguin' over new crack pipe (yeah)
I caught a seen just my pants ain't tight enough
None of my bitches tell me I'm not man enough
What the fuck wrong with these broke ass niggas? Yeah
I told 'em tear it down
I'ma take you pocket watchin' don't look at my pants now
My diamonds brighter than a fucking them Milans now
Asked a bitch from the south line, "Stand down"
Runnin' through the projects, duckin' all the fries (yeah)
Got a nine in my pocket and not in my drawls (woah)
Take off like a rocket with 13 bars (yeah)
Send a attic, put the racks in the walls (yeah)
No need to toxic me, I'm big dawg (yeah)
I roll the windows up (yeah) and now they knowin' us
I'm no beginner, yuh, I got my stain up
I told her, "Giddy up"
We ran the train on her
Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (ay)
Nigga havin' goals, all through it, mouthin'
Life time goals (woo), rented through the roof (wha'?)
Pullin' out the Ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah)
Niggas talkin' shit, but what is it to do?
I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof (woo)
My spot is a army base and I got the proof
Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe
(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
(Metro)
Credits
Writer(s): Leland Tyler Wayne, Bobby Belle, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Arthur Posey, Josef A. Powell
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