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Young Thug - Pitiful Lyrics

Pitiful Lyrics[Chorus]
My wrist critical, My bitch critical
My dawgs they ready, These sticks ready too
Connect the machete, they gotta regroup
No limit we ready, my diamonds pitiful
Gangbanging pitiful, our dab is pitiful
Shooting crap is pitiful, A Thousand for my haircut my naps are pitiful
We fucked around an hung ya, that razor cut my tongue up

[Verse 1]
And we smoking gas dawg I done fucked my lungs up
Jump into a nigga brawl like kowabunga
Sent my hoe with the law nigga
Tell me when they bombin us, oouu (Here I go dawg)
Can't believe im blowing up yeah
Tic-Tac-Toe them hoes
Imma fuck that bitch outdoors
I snuck in with that snug 4-4
I feel like Hercules and G.I Joe
Thesе bitches looking just to see how it goes
Kill some to talk about and a lil morе
She is what she is nigga, you know how it go
Go get it how you live nigga stеal from your hoe
I need a vacuum seal take a trip to the store
My hoe came from Korea, I got her off a boat
Ionno who she is, but I heard 'bout the throat
And I still ain't fuck that bitch, I think I'm the pope (Wooh)

[Chorus]
My wrist critical, My bitch critical
My dawgs they ready, These sticks ready too
Connect the machete, they gotta regroup
No limit we ready, my diamonds pitiful
Gangbanging pitiful, our dab is pitiful
Shooting crap is pitiful, A Thousand for my haircut my naps are pitiful
We fucked around an hung ya, that razor cut my tongue up

[Verse 2]
Put racks on top my racks
Put silencers on my gacks
Want only green like Shrek, straight fuck the Judge like that yea
Bitch suck my dick yea, trynna hurt my heart when we smoking cigarettes
My momma living large she got ice around her neck
Your son a gangster prince, I got ice around my TEC
High speed chase I throw them bricks out
Let her take the charge for get that bitch out
Steady hustling hard like I'm Rick Ross
You can get it hard, you can get it soft
Play I'm on your head like critic hair
Fuck em leave em, dead spill em there (Oou)

[Chorus]
My wrist critical, My bitch critical
My dawgs they ready, These sticks ready too
Connect the machete, they gotta regroup
No limit we ready, my diamonds pitiful
Gangbanging pitiful, our dab is pitiful
Shooting crap is pitiful, A Thousand for my haircut my naps are pitiful
We fucked around an hung ya, that razor cut my tongue up