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Young Thug – Far Away Lyrics

[Intro]
Celine glasses
Gucci red flag, ya dig
Uh
Aye let this mother fucka breathe before I even goddamn start you know what i’m saying?
It’s mother fuckin’ dripset
Yeah

[Chorus]
Aye
Let’s go far away, shit we living it up girl
I passed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come fuck up your world
We can go far away, we can go far away
We going far away, we living it up girl
I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
Preaching to you like Creflo Dollar, and I like it when we sex oh yeah yeah (aye)
Make them bitches break they neck, yeah watch us
I got ten watches with me, yeah watches
I’m rolling off a jump man over y’all I got money old money, old banks, where I go to yeah
Got the three tone Patek it’s a one of one (huh)
Yeah that’s my son i’m a real one (goddamn)
I’m drinking this dirty, the top autovert yeah, they reading the verdict
Heart hurt me the nurse say
I heard that you raw dog, yeah
You burning the worst sages
I heard that she slobbed all yeah
Now she with your brodie, yeah
That front of the Cover girl
You fucking on all her friends
Your pockets on fat abscess
You fucking, she on your neck
Don’t call her she might go sick
And she got that lock like a pick, and you think this is

[Chorus]
Let’s go far away, shit we living it up girl
I passed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come fuck up your world
We can go far away, we can go far away
We going far away, we living it up girl
I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 2]
Choppin down a bitch yeah, like you choppin down a brick yeah
Split with your clique yeah, gonna split it with your clique yeah
Lick a lil clit yeah, gonna kiss a little clit yeah
Kiss her titties don’t kiss her lips, don’t come around with that trick shit
If you see the house i’m in, i’m always like Terry (it’s mine)
Tall bitch and she black like a berry
February birthday, boy you scary (ha)
Draped up in all white like the tooth fairy, yeah (got wings too)
Got a brand new machete, yeah
Stab him up and leave that shit dirty, yeah
I was taught to fight for it if it’s worth it, yeah
And I can’t hang with them boys, they discouraged, yeah
These niggas don’t wanna die
These niggas scared of life (they scared of life)
Catch em’ like they running wild (running wild)
Shoot em’ like hurry’n’die
She did it right, she did it right (ouu she did it right)
She like a Heaven in the sky (angel)
Flood her down with some prizes (flood her with some prizes)
Them the three steps before you wife her

[Chorus]
Let’s go far away, shit we living it up girl
I passed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come fuck up your world
We can go far away, we can go far away
We going far away, we living it up girl
I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah

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Sean Price – Dead Or Alive (feat. Bernadette Price)

[Intro: Sean Price]
What do I love about rap?
Me
You know you really had to be saying something and say it well when I first came in the game
Now they say anything, so I can tell that these kids don’t have a lot of schooling man
They sound like idiots
I’m nice
I don’t care what they say as long as they go, "yo Sean P go in!"
I can live with that

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
P!
Better rapper
Beretta clapper
The clever bastard
Metal masher
Devil laughter
Cheddar after
After the gold then after that the platinum, no
After your soul then after that I clap ’em, yo
Make your back spin, the four bust
Back when used to back spin for Cold Crush
Up so tough some dumb guy
Wanna die?
For sho nuff plus the kung fu fly
I’m up to spar
I’m up to par
I’ll fuck up your jaw like fuck you, par
P, the veteran injure
Michael Dudikoff the American Ninja
Insane with the best flow holla
Private planes with Creflo Dollar
You hear Sean working B
I’m the truth and duke is just a circus freak
P

[Chorus: Bernadette Price]
Dead or alive y’all niggas can’t fuck with P
Bernadette and the league who the fuck you be?
Fronting on P, you get your head busted quick
Many niggas clam loyal but they all full of shit
Gorilla the beat
Decept P ringing bells in the streets
Plus degrees y’all niggas can’t fuck with P
Imperious Rex
Sean is the best
Punching your chest
Put you to rest
Bitch

[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Four-fifth in your face
And your facility of fuck boys forfeit in your face
Shitting, mortician sippin’ on grapes
Prepaid, premeditated, murder the 8th, P!
Idiot kinfolks
AKA the ape in the window (Magilla)
I traffic and [?] doja
A Budweiser African king poster
I’m doing my damn thing
Y’all niggas claim king and ain’t doing a damn thing
That’s my word to my moms
I never heard not one of your songs, fuck out of here
And I don’t dislike you
I dislike the dude who said disliked you
Long kiss, long fifth bitch goodbye
Can’t fuck with P, new fish to fry

[Chorus: Bernadette Price]
Dead or alive y’all niggas can’t fuck with P
Bernadette and the league who the fuck you be?
Fronting on P, you get your head busted quick
Many niggas clam loyal but they all full of shit
Gorilla the beat
Decept P ringing bells in the streets
Plus degrees y’all niggas can’t fuck with P
Imperious Rex
Sean Is the best
Punching your chest
Put you to rest
Bitch

[Outro: Sean Price]
If I slap a nigga you could hear that shit across the street
Word is bond, I got kicked out of school for that
The principle suspended me like, "what was that?"
I got arrested for noise pollution
Feel me? I smacked earth wind and fire out of niggas, word to mother