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She Bumped Her Head lyrics
[Young Thug]
Makers
Gon’ pull up on ’em, pull up
Yeah
Should I get it? No cap
Run that back Turbo
[Young Thug & Chris Brown, Young Thug & Chris Brown]
S*x
My lil’ shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin’ her
S*x
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don’t care ’bout the listeners
I don’t know what your n***a told you but he should have told you I’m killin’ him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela’s, and I don’t need credentials
Don’t need credentials, baby
If your n***a can’t put that s**t on, gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?) ’cause a n***a was travelin’
No cap
Had to put all my young n****s on, ain’t no jewelry, we share-y
Lil’ b***h
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day ’cause these n****s been trippin’
‘Bout us got ’em fooled
[Young Thug]
I triple up, pour up my cup and it’s all ‘tussin
And my coupe got nitro and all dat
So we smokin’ these n****s like kush
Yeah, we f**k on a ho, make ’em do s**t
Pop out the Bentley, Mulsanne at the [?]
And I f**k on your ho and she say that’s my p***y
I wet paper napkin, I’m wipin’ my d**k
All this Actavis slushie, my ho drink the Crystal
She wrapped the saran the fresh as she can ’cause I drip and play with these bands (Racks)
I open my hand, there’s nothin’ but bands, now YSL big as Japan (On God)
My head dropped in that Lamb’ as fast as I can ’cause I always get tripped by a van (Skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my b***h, and even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I’m waitin’ on these bags to land (Racks)
I’m cool as a van, you play with my man, and we come and takin’ your land
I took YSL from his and he can’t, and he got n****s waitin’ to land (Slatt)
I told all my n****s, “Sit back, it’s a scam” when these n****s goin’ on a rant
[Young Thug & Chris Brown, Young Thug & Chris Brown]
My lil’ shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin’ her
S*x
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don’t care ’bout the listeners
I don’t know what your n***a told you but he should have told you I’m killin’ him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela’s, and I don’t need credentials
Don’t need credentials, baby
If your n***a can’t put that s**t on, gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?) ’cause a n***a was travelin’
No cap
Had to put all my young n****s on, ain’t no jewelry, we share-y
Lil’ b***h
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day ’cause these n****s been trippin’
[Gunna]
Spent a whole hundred racks on a plain Jane
That’s a coupe with [?], you lil’ bitty b*****s
Don’t even know my first or my last name
Mandem got they riches, I’m matchin’ the vision
I’m f****n’ these hoes in the backstage
No, I don’t do no kisses
You know I just tip it and turn her on like a back page
I been playin’ with this ice look like Ice Age
I just got me a rose gold chain, it remind me of Moet
Got the Louis V shirt, and better change, should have seen how I wore it (Yeah, yeah)
I call the slimes that’ll pull up with the things that’ll kill all the noise
If you ask, I hit it out to Spain, I got foreign w****s
That biscotti, I smoke it like a train
Smell that s**t in my kidney
I got lil’ shawty inside of Mulsanne
She don’t know it’s a Bentley
She asked me for a lil’ help on her back end
And you know that I did it
Got the old check and I went to go cash it
Lot of money we gettin’
[Young Thug & Chris Brown, Young Thug & Chris Brown]
My lil’ shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin’ her
S*x
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don’t care ’bout the listeners
I don’t know what your n***a told you but he should have told you I’m killin’ him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela’s, and I don’t need credentials
Don’t need credentials, baby
If your n***a can’t put that s**t on, gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?) ’cause a n***a was travelin’
No cap
Had to put all my young n****s on, ain’t no jewelry, we share-y
Lil’ b***h
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day ’cause these n****s been trippin’
‘Bout us got ’em fooled
[Chris Brown]
I ordered two more two-tones
Call up my plug on two phones
Lambos, six-fours
Got a offset, it’s sittin’ low
My s**t’s stainless, don’t put your fingers on it
No, these ain’t no finger, waves
B***h, this ain’t Tony Tony Tony
I feel like Kurt Cobain, get good brain with the shotgun
Yeah, my n****s do it for me, I never shot one
And watch her get on her knees, give me that rubbin’
I told her I got five on me, send me the wire (Ooh)
[Young Thug & Chris Brown, Young Thug & Chris Brown]
My lil’ shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin’ her (Yeah)
S*x
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don’t care ’bout the listeners (No)
I don’t know what your n***a told you but he should have told you I’m killin’ him (Killin’ him)
I be draped in Margiela’s (Ooh), and I don’t need credentials
Don’t need credentials, baby (Oh, baby, baby)
If your n***a can’t put that s**t on, gotta get out the premises
Beat it, girl
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?) ’cause a n***a was travelin’ (Oh, we travelin’)
No cap
Had to put all my young n****s on, ain’t no jewelry, we share-y (Ooh, yeah)
Lil’ b***h
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day ’cause these n****s been trippin’ (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)
‘Bout us got ’em fooled
[Gunna]
That biscotti, I smoke it like a train
Spend that s**t on my Porsche
That was lil’ shawty first time to saddle up
She can’t open the doors
I do not f**k with you disloyal n****s
Thought the whip could be yours
Turns up that double, hit it with the triple
Had no other choice
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