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[Intro: Earl Nightingale & Young Thug] Earl - I’d like you tell you about the strangest secret in the world Thug - What’s that? Earl - Some years ago, Albert Schweitzer, the late doctor And Nobel prize-winner was being interviewed in London And the reporter asked him 'Doctor, whats wrong with men today?' Thug - They gay [Hook] Fish scale? Oh, yeah! They sell? I bet Got Boy? Retail! Mexico, next to go Wheneva god give me my moment I ain't gon' let up let up let up Hundred bands inside my coffin I ain't gon' let up let up let up Got yo bitch inside the office She ain't gon' let up let up let up And we show out in the club You know they lettin us lettin us lettin us [Verse 1] I’m on a Harley David, I got a choppa on my seat I got a lot of babies They go for 34 a piece I feel like Tom Brady I got them nines on my feet, nigga shut up Young Thug on a high-speed chase I’m not gon' let up let up let up Take the penitentiary chances Tryna run up on my funds Young thugga pimping bitch Feel like fucking Don Jon I know plug talk language, Thugger casciano lingo I got my Trayvon hoodie on She still see me, she no bingo I feel just like Birdman Put my steering wheel in middle D Kizzle got my spot fizzle with bizzles, can you dizzle? Yeah, Dk got my spot filled with bitches, can you dizl? You talk a million dollars, where you paper and yo pencil? [Hook] Fish scale? Oh, yeah! They sell? I bet Got Boy? Retail! Mexico, next to go Wheneva god give me my moment I ain't gon' let up let up let up Hundred bands inside my coffin I ain't gon' let up let up let up Got yo bitch inside the office She ain't gon' let up let up let up And we show out in the club You know they lettin us lettin us lettin us [Verse 2] I feel like Tarzan Might spot filled up with trees I got a newer plan Motherfuck the streets, take over the beach And this is fuck insane I build a kinsel and a man Bitch ain't got no class You know we call her truancy All the flesh be like B L A T T You know my jewelry, ice and water like the AC&T My bitch bad but I'm the bomb, I'm like TNT You wanna race? When they say “start” I'm at the END She need a trophy cause I nut on her just like Milla Vanilla I drink that Actavis, yo Sprite look like it got Starbursts and Skittles I got a big mink on, I'm a walking gorilla And we takin all these bitches, man these niggas gon' kill us! (Ha!) [Hook] Fish scale? Oh, yeah! They sell? I bet Got Boy? Retail! Mexico, next to go Wheneva god give me my moment I ain't gon' let up let up let up Hundred bands inside my coffin I ain't gon' let up let up let up Got yo bitch inside the office She ain't gon' let up let up let up And we show out in the club You know they lettin us lettin us lettin us
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