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Young Thug - Started From The Bottom Lyrics

[Intro]
Started from the bottom, now we headed to the top
Started
This beat is so-so rich
Metro Boomin want some more nigga

[Chorus]
Started from the bottom, now we headed to the top
I prefer red bottoms when I'm racin' to the top
I remember gettin' a crack-bomb and runnin' straight to the block
Different gang but the hustle don't stop
I don't need no niggas in my clique that ain't 'bout shit
I don't need no bitches on my dick, they ain't get shit
When I'm downin' Molly daughter, I'ma hit a lick, yeah
And stack it up 'till these niggas can't beg

[Verse 1]
Nigga walkin' 'round with a dime-ball, fifty, no [?]
Nigga walkin' 'round livin', еven snitchin' and taddlin' though
I'm livin' like fungus, I pass thesе rats to these animals (Animals)
I love all her angles, no outlet but yeah we tangled though
Bitches screamin, "Thugga" and cousin, and even "Bousin"
Ho get packed with that plussin', fires'll go, I won nothin'
Now when you look, you blushin' and lustin', you wanna fuck it
If you was a man I'll bust ya', no discussion, I'll leave ya' gushin' (Gushin')
Hit 'em with that "Woo-lay"
Hey, I'ma feel her, she wanna screw me (Screw me)
She get bands complimentary, ten crosses on my neck, I'm not no cutlet 'cause I got ten T's
I woke up and noticed my bread was long, my new name Blimpie
[Chorus]
Started from the bottom, now we headed to the top
I prefer red bottoms when I'm racin' to the top
I remember gettin' a crack-bomb and runnin' straight to the block
Different gang but the hustle don't stop
I don't need no niggas in my clique that ain't 'bout shit
I don't need no bitches on my dick, they ain't get shit
When I'm downin' Molly daughter, I'ma hit a lick, yeah
And stack it up 'till these niggas can't beg

[Verse 2]
I be like "Oh" (Oh)
Hey, I'm make sure I let 'em know (Know)
When I need bands I hit the Road (Road)
You gotta be careful jus' like I told, yeah jus' like I told ya'
And why'd you stay up just like Folgers (Folgers)
Hey, and YSL never foldin' (Foldin')
These bitches love me 'cause I'm loaded (Loaded)
I ran it up, and then I showed it
Showed it (Showed), showed it (Showed it)
She like the fam' the YSL big-timers (Timers, timers)
Hey, these bitches so ugly they can't find us, find us
(Metro Boomin want some more, haha)

[Chorus]
Started from the bottom, now we headed to the top
I prefer red bottoms when I'm racin' to the top
I remember gettin' a crack-bomb and runnin' straight to the block
Different gang but the hustle don't stop
I don't need no niggas in my clique that ain't 'bout shit
I don't need no bitches on my dick, they ain't get shit
When I'm downin' Molly daughter, I'ma hit a lick, yeah
And stack it up 'till these niggas can't beg
[Outro]
She like the fam' the YSL big-timers (This beat is so-so rich)
Hey, these bitches so ugly they can't find us, find us (Metro Boomin want some more)