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Download Song Here: http://bit.ly/1hDgaF3 Metro Boomin' want some more nigga [Verse 1: Young Thug] Look look I fucked her then washed off my dick with the curtains inside of the Phantom If he standing next to Young Thugger I trained them to kill, fuck the camera You do not act grown around you lil' baby you need you a pamper I'm one slimy motherfucker The devil ride my back like camels I'm feelin' like Malcom in the Middle, your bitches they surround me they can't miss 'em I swipe em then I wife em? Nigga no. My next tap will need a roll of tissue A young nigga came a long way from standin' on the corner with the pistol I bought her lot of MissMe jeans but I will never ever miss her I'm chillin' at the studio these bitches wanna fuck on the banana boat I'm on the outskirt, chasin' out the green smokin' orange kush feelin' like a cantaloupe I fell in love with Hannah Montana all of her niggas dance for the cameras I fucked cuz I slide on her brother, then I pulled off and left the bitch with a nana [Hook] The devil done caught my soul [Verse 2: Young Thug] Ran through my money, my diamonds come wet like a fisherman I catch the lil bitch and I take her to shop up at Wish and shit! I'm ballin, I never foul out start with the figure eight You pussy, you know you a cat I see your whiskers you might Tigger it Room at the Intercontinental, room at the intercontinental, Metro Rollie icey but it ain't December I wanna see all the bitches in the front With her friends Dancing with the pole inside the middle Is it a parade? Get a nigga Babysitter, drink vanilla, we are realer, aye Fuck your mama, fuck your sister, fuckin' kill her, aye Po' a 5, caterpillar, rollin' with em, aye Found my rhythm, now that's his ass. Run and kick him, aye I say the truth because she the truth Nigga creepin in that coupe, doesn't fit the roof Talkin shit, might drop, people listen to it I'm bangin' blood and whatever fluid