Young Thug

Young Thug - King Troup lyrics

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[Intro]

I just asked God why he called for Troup

When it's time to ride, if you love 'em, nigga, prove it

You know all your lil' niggas gon' shoot shit up for you

I thought I seen a ghost because your son look like you fool

King Troup



[Hook]

Action

I hop out, I'm dabbin'

My old lady classy

We onto this fashion

My coupe sittin' on Davins

Hop out with a bad bitch

My faculty braggin'

My briefs, they high fashion

She naked, I walk through the door

I promise, I promise she know

I pour up a four and got more

I'm cold as the North f**kin' Pole

I came a long way from the stove

I hop in the foreign, go slow

Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh

Oh-oh-oh



[Verse 1]

I just beat the case

I hopped out the Benz

I just f**ked some twins

Had the jewelry in

I hopped out again

Pulled up in the Range

Got drank in my cup

Like I'm Kirko Bangz

From ashy to classy

Keep up with my ice and my fashion

I take care of my kid with a passion

I pray to God that they stay happy

Lil Roscoe, he sleep where it's nasty

They could've freed him cause he grew up with no daddy

But instead they took advantage and did him badly (f**k)

Ain't give no f**ks cause we were saddened

Got a camera from the club and that's all they had

(Free the Goat)

They also knew that lil' nigga didn't have a wagon

(Free the Goat)

Damn



[Hook]

Action

I hop out, I'm dabbin'

My old lady classy

We onto this fashion

My coupe sittin' on Davins

Hop out with a bad bitch

My faculty braggin'

My briefs, they high fashion

She naked, I walk through the door

I promise, I promise she know

I pour up a four and got more

I'm cold as the North f**kin' Pole

I came a long way from the stove

I hop in the foreign, go slow

Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh

Oh-oh-oh



[Verse 2]

Stop it, stop the killin'

We, we get millions

We together, get the cheddar (get them racks)

f**k them niggas, keep a Beretta

Let 'em have it

Ask God for forgiveness for them babies

You know Slimes with it, baby, baby

Stack them racks up to the ceiling, hey, hey

f**k you a nigga's old lady

Keep 'em mad and that's how you know you doin' good

Keep embarrassin' them with racks that look like books

I'm so finished, with these bitches

I need me a real one, I need commitment, where ya at?



[Hook]

Action

I hop out, I'm dabbin'

My old lady classy

We onto this fashion

My coupe sittin' on Davins

Hop out with a bad bitch

My faculty braggin'

My briefs, they high fashion

She naked, I walk through the door

I promise, I promise she know

I pour up a four and got more

I'm cold as the North f**kin' Pole

I came a long way from the stove

I hop in the foreign, go slow

Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh

Oh-oh-oh



[Outro]

She know it, she know it

She know it, she know it

She know it, she know it

She know it, yeah she know it

She know it

She know it

She know it, know it, know it, know it, know it, know it

King Troup
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Language: English

Appearing on: I'm Up (2016)

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