Tabernacle - Young Thug
[Hook:]
Ho, ho, ho, ho, b_tch, b_tch, b_tches
I don't need no b_tch, I'mma still get all my midgets
I'm with these, firing shots out to
I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
Like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle
[Verse 1:]
Young Thug, I plenty drugs
I'm friendly but I'm need more
I'm with my crew, we'll f_ck you up
me, and
I'mma, I need call her
All my young n_ggas sh_t, they, yes I love her
Act like we on the move, and knock on the money, yessir I'm a cover
Yes you make her, b_tch you make 'em custom
Thugger, thugger, baby
T-H-U-G-G-E-R, kiss a n_gga b_tch perfect, no CPR
All hundreds up on me, DVR
B_tch seen them bands less, A-J-A-R
[Hook:]
[Verse 2:]
We don't shoot buckshot, we like them slugs
Everybody except for us
And you know I'm not a crip
But I gave that b_tch a C my
You know when I'm mad it's a line for your b_tch today
But, 40 extendo needs skinny jeans
No b_tch
My all out players say leave more stains than the OJ murder scene
Pullin' up extra clean
I can't do no tug n_gga, you not in my league
There is no comparison, you like
Burrrrrr, I'm not Gucci, burrrr, burrrr, burrrrrr, burrrrrr
That's the sound of my trunk, I got birds inside of there
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