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Young Thug - Big Blood lyrics

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Big Blood by Young Thug


[Intro: Young Thug]
Active gang bangin’, gang bangin’ activities for life
One thing I don’t regret is gang bangin’, know what I’m sayin’?
No cap
Woo! Yeah!
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Guiseppes [?]
Piña coladas with ‘Tussin
I tell this b**ch ain’t no [?]
I can’t be [?] with no sl*t
I put the racks on her T top
I got the [?] with a Reebok
Baby [?]
Both of my wrists [?]
[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Big blood, no litigatin’ (Woo)
Big blood, no hesitation (Yeah)
Big body, that’s speed racin’ (Yeah)
Big blood, no litigatin’ (Ooh)
Big blood, f**k litigatin’
I’m a big blood, f**k litigatin’ (Woo)
Speed racin’, speed racin’
Big blood, no litigatin’ (Yeah)
Big blood, f**k litigatin’ (Yeah)
I’m a big blood (Yeah), I’m a big blood (Big baller)
I’m a big blood (Yeah, yeah)
Put Guiseppes and Audis on bad b**ches
Can’t get caught in [?]
I’m a big blood
[Verse 1: Young Thug & ?]
Red hat with the B on it
Big lick, no [?] on it
YG put the [?] on it
[?] put the [?] on it
YSL, but not Saint Laurent
Smoke biscotti, put that in a blunt
[?], I’ma smash that
I’m a big blood, where the bash at?
20 thousand, I can match that
50 thousand, where the cash at?
500, where the stash at?
Send a million dollars, no Cash App
I’m in a red Porsche, sh*t turbo
Sex, money and murder
I don’t know nothin’ ’bout this murder (Let’s go)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Guiseppes [?]
Piña coladas with ‘Tussin
I tell this b**ch ain’t no [?]
I can’t be [?] with no sl*t
I put the racks on her T top
I got the [?] with a Reebok
Baby [?]
Both of my wrists [?]
[Verse 2: Young Thug & ?]
You say “Cap,” I say “Bap”
Keep that 40 on my lap
[?]
Call me [?], call me “Slatt”
Double cup, [?]
Suwop Big bloods
You go to church, I go to bhurch
You say “Hurt,” I say “Burt”
All of my niggas is winnin’
Ridin’ in a ghost for the sinnin’
I got your b**ch and she [?]
I’m ’bout to buy her some Ritalin
Mix up the Gucci with Fendi
I put the bloods on, we spendin’
Fly out my b**ches from Windy
Make her eat dick, no [?]



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