Young Thug – Fifth Day Dead Lyrics

 

Fifth Day Dead Lyrics Young Thug

Fifth Day Dead Lyrics

 

Fifth Day Dead Lyrics by Young Thug

 

(Yeah, oh, no)
(Yeah, oh, no)
(Yeah, oh, no)
(Yeah, yeah, oh, no)
(Tell me, oh, no)
(Say, oh, no)
(Yeah)

Moncler coat ’cause i’m the coldest out
I had 20 thousand pints sealed in a drought
Tore your bitch in the corner, me and the dogs gettin’ after her
Got twenty-seven colors, this Versace couch
I got it from Birdman, out of his Miami spot
I told the bitch don’t call me, she a Miami thot
They hate to see you racking, big gold Patek’s rose gold
White diamonds on my wrist, it’s like my main bitch told
I caught a cop out for the Benz, that winter was cold
I got a lot of thots, but got respect for my hoes
I got a lot of spots to recess for all my kids in the back
Playground school full of teachers askin’ why I love ’em brats

Got big baguettes sittin’ on my neck
I told it to my dawgs, I told the feds
Fuck all the opps, they can’t see shit like this
I fucked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called ’em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin’ on Wock this ain’t no red

Passport shawty, I can take this bitch places
High heel Chanel, oh she rockin’ big aces
A pussy nigga wish he could trade places
I told a nigga “You must be kidding, I’m goin’ Maison”
I called my watch stupid ’cause the time froze
150 for my tooth and when I find hoes
My niggas smoke Biscotti, not the pine cone
My nigga Jimbo did a dime, now he back home

I be countin’ money all night long
And to my dawgs who can’t fall off no more
I used to walk down, buyin’ out the store
Her body was natural, now she plastic, she a barbie

Got big baguettes sittin’ on my neck
I told it to my dawgs, I told the feds
Fuck all the opps, they can’t see shit like this
I fucked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called ’em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin’ on Wock this ain’t no red

(Yeah, oh, no)
(Yeah, oh, no)
(Yeah, oh, no)
(Yeah, yeah, oh, no)
(Tell me, oh, no)
(Say, oh, no)
(Yeah, yeah)