Want Me Dead Lyrics – Young Thug
Singer: Young Thug
Title: Want Me Dead
Expect me, n#gg#, like you expect jesus to come back
Expect me, n#gg#, i’m comin’
Your ex like pocahontas (woo)
Whatever happen, i’ma get money (woo)
I’m a thriller n#gg#, f#ck my conscience (woo)
These foreign shoes, f#ck my bunions (okay)
We done made a hundred bands on sunday (woo)
And ain’t goin’ to magic monday (woo)
Put that dick in her abs like crunches (woo)
I came from shootin’ cee-lo in the dungeon (okay, woo)
Yeah, i’m tired of makin’ it rain
I’d much rather go buy me a plane (okay)
I had to call ’em to stop up the sink (okay)
Whole lot of **** tried to go down the drain (ha, okay)
First hundred thousand, i went, made a strain
I was ridin’ behind gucci in a red mulsanne
That was back in ’09, just before the fame came (okay)
I had a check ‘fore the rap check came (okay)
I put baguettes on this sh#t out in spain
I don’t four-four, make the check houdini (woo)
b#tch, you cheated, don’t speak when you see me
I’m in the turbo s, no gp (skrrt)
I’m gettin’ head from ch— i meant cc
My n#gg# ain’t even tryna hit saweetie (nah)
That b#tch turn me off, no kizzy (no kizzy)
I told my ex, “don’t call, i’m busy” (oh)
I just told my new one she gotta trust me (gotta trust me)
She love all my friends ’cause they love me (love)
Everything you do and everything you say is stuck with me
You’re lovin’ me, yeah
I told my brother, “take this watch because i’m vulnerable”
I let her get away with murder when i fall in love
I told ’em, “ante up the chips because they know it’s us”
I told my n#gg#s, “f#ck them n#gg#s ’cause it’s f#ck us”
They want me dead, they want me dead
If i had one wish, i’d bring my n#gg#s back from the dead
I’m sippin’ codeine, this ain’t no red, no
I’m up, but came from the struggle, duckin’ red dots
I keep that fire on me everywhere (21)
It’s one n#gg# talk on the internet, but when we turn on his block, he ain’t never there (21)
All them lil’ boys be tryna act gangster, that’s why when they die, i don’t ever care (21)
We in the middle of summer, but n#gg#, we steppin’, this sh#t feel like february (p#ss#)
Yellow diamonds, they canary (p#ss#)
Came from the bottom and i made it to the other side, nah, i ain’t use no ferry (facts)
Opps be smokin’ on n#gg#s they ain’t step on, them n#gg#s funny, jim carrey (straight up)
Stones in my ear, they vvs certified, b#tch, i can hear you clearly (on god)
Big 4l, we ain’t beefin’ ’bout hoes, n#gg#, don’t bring that sh#t near me (21)
Leave your phone when you step
I drop the bag, your secret is kept (21)
Opps cliqued up, they needed some help
Got too much money, i hired a chef
Get me mad enough, i do it myself (21)
Y’all n#gg#s p#ss#, it’s all on your breath (21)
Go against me, that sh#t bad for your health
Where he stand is the same place he left (21)
I told my brother, “take this watch because i’m vulnerable” (i told my brother take this watch from me)
I let her get away with murder when i fall in love (yeah)
I told ’em, “ante up the chips because they know it’s us” (ante up)
I told my n#gg#s, “f#ck them n#gg#s ’cause it’s f#ck us” (i told my n#gg#s, n#gg#s)
They want me dead, they want me dead (they want me dead)
If i had one wish, i’d bring my n#gg#s back from the dead (yeah, yeah)
I’m sippin’ codeine, this ain’t no red, no (codeine, this ain’t no red, no)
I’m up, but came from the struggle, duckin’ red dots
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