Cuts Up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Baby, pass me the hookah,
Baby, pass me the hookah,
Baby, pass me the hookah,
Aye, baby, just pass me the hookah ‘cause...
Tearin up the place,
I'm a rich nigga, got Chanel on my waist,
Run up on me playin, Imma aim it at ya face,
And that go for anybody, anyway, aye!
I'm a rich blood by the way,
And I'm havin swag, Rollie old like a tape,
Fish scale, yeah, I got these bitches on the bait,
Don't wanna talk, man, I said I need some space.
Woop woop woop, my new car geeked up,
I just paid a cop, now I'm runnin outta court,
Panoramic top, Imma put it on the rocks,
Crawl, walk and hop, got all these bitches shocked, aye!
Stone Molly whiter than my socks,
I don't wanna talk if it ain't bout guap,
Clownin, clownin y'all niggas, I see you flop,
I buy pints by the two, no Pac.

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Baby, pass me the hookah,
Baby, pass me the hookah,
Baby, pass me the hookah,
Aye, baby, just pass me the hookah ‘cause...
Baby, pass me the hookah, aye!
Baby, pass me the hookah, aye!
Baby, pass me the hookah,
Pass me the hookah,
Pass the hookah,
Pass the hookah.

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Rubbin' on my chain, blowin' cloudmatic,
Smoke something with a G, and bend that ass backwards.
Lay back, relax and talk mathematics,
Later on we test a little sex practice.
Write my name on the wall,
Money in the mattress, bet she wanna get involved.
She hopped on the blunt said ‘Where the hookah, y'all?'
I tell her pass back if the shit too strong,
It's all set, Mozart art on the block, so wet,
I got her where I want her, and I ain't done yet.
Lookin' at your future baby, put down the cigarette,
Come hop on this kush jet and take flight,
Tell them bitches, ‘Mmm, fuck that!'
You with Aladdin, bet I got a magic carpet for that ass, yes!
I'm also on one, got two Olsens on me,
Big homie, Young Thugger Thugger rollin',
Rolls Royce so shorty.

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[Verse 3: Tyga]
Ben Frank baddies in the Benz waggin',
You know she want a ride home, hop on the bandwagon,
I got the chain saggy, you know that life lavish,
Lifestyles like this gon' need magnums.
Pass, baby, welcome to rich class, baby,
You all Maybelline, with ya new Céline,
Audemars on lean, cars on sheen,
You white girl but black girl ghetto fly ting.
It's verified, they ain't on your sea level,
Watered eyes, don't cry, inhale and breathe regular.
My baby on it, high at the crack of dawn, and
Baby shape figure 8, like Picasso draw ya.
Oh yes, I'm winnin', bling kingin', ring blingin',
Like for no reason, let's get closer, closed in,
Remove your clothes we close friends.
Don't get choked smokin' OG Oakland,
Shout out Oakland!

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