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Young Thug - Tiger Woods Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Blow it fast, chase the cash
Digital dash, yeah
Hold on cash, we don't bash
Toe tag, that's that
Bruno, I'm on Mars, I ain't going out sad
Fuck twelve, slatt, slatt

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Tiger Woods coat, green diamonds, baby
I be whipping white bitch, call me Katy Perry
Million to my son, man, fuck a tooth fairy
I want all baguettes I didn't need, Jeffery
Flood the casket with hundreds like he see
I been kicking shit like I'm Bruce Swae Lee
Yeah, blast on her top, lil' [?] (Ugh)
Make her feed me grapes, now we laying
I'm a dawg, she a doll and we mating
I got cash, I got syrup, call me maple
Bet the judge ain't gon' ball, you know he macing 'em
Foreign bitches tryna fuck, say I'm tasty
Put that baby in hеr butt, then go blazing in
Make her toot that ass up whеn she naked
I done prayed to give it up, she been raping

[Verse 2: Offset]
Rock-a-bye-bye-bye when this pipe get ignite (Bye)
LED my lights on my ice, Ritchie bite (Bite)
Emeralds, set they price, can't no rice dry my ice (Dry)
Baguettes in the face of Christ, rolling the dice (Rolling the)
Riding in a drop top Don (Don), I'm with the shooter, hundred round drum (Grahh)
I put a quarter on my arm and I took my mom up out of the storm (Mom)
Hop out the Cullinan, hey, how is you doing? (Hop out the Cullinan)
I tripled, then doubled it, this money get fluent (Tripled and doubled it)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Blow it fast, chase the cash
Digital dash, yeah
Hold on cash, we don't bash
Toe tag, that's that
Bruno, I'm on Mars, I ain't going out sad
Fuck twelve, slatt, slatt