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Young Thug
Add Her To The List
[Intro]
We got London on da Track
[Chorus]
Soon as she went to liking pictures
I just add her to the list
Only thing I know to do is shit on y'all when I get pissed
Pussy boys we might shoot up your whole clique
Old school say I'm a cold cat 'cause I'm lit
But in the street they know I'm hot dawg
Do it by myself I can probably stop y'all
Don't make me have to make a phone call
Yeah, it's chef Jeff I'm tryna boil y'all
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Shout out my twin lil Uzi
We was out in Philly fucking groupies
I make n***as mad, they want to shoot me
But I stay stacking my paper, ain't no loose leaf
We stretching these n***as like elastic
Copped that coupé and then I crashed it
But you know I'm rich, so it don't matter
I like plastic bitches, they're fatter
It's different when a gangster shining
But it's different when a gangster crying
Put him in a pan
Put him in a pan I'm trying to fry him
I'm praising God cause I ain't there yet
Yeah yeah
My n***a say he don't know who told
All these streets ain't the same no more
My other n***a he went off the road
Ain't no telling, they start closing
[Chorus]
So as she went to liking pictures
I just add her to the list
Only thing I know to do is shit on y'all when I get pissed
Pussy boys we might shoot up your whole clique
Old school say I'm a cold cat 'cause I'm lit
But in the street they know I'm hot dawg
Do it by myself I can probably stop y'all
Don't make me have to make a phone call
Yeah, it's chef Jeff I'm tryna boil y'all
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Shout out my twin lil Uzi
We was out in Philly fucking groupies
I make n***as mad, they want to shoot me
But I stay stacking my paper, ain't no loose leaf
We stretching these n***as like elastic
Copped that coupé and then I crashed it
But you know I'm rich, so it don't matter
I like plastic bitches, they're fatter
It's different when a gangster shining
But it's different when a gangster crying
Put him in a pan
Put him in a pan I'm trying to fry him
I'm praising God cause I ain't there yet
Yeah yeah
My n***a say he don't know who told
All these streets ain't the same no more
My other n***a he went off the road
Ain't no telling, they start closing