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Young Thug - No No No Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
No (Rich Gang)
Thugger (No)
Thugger, baby (Slime)
No (Rich Gang), hah (Hey)
(We got London on the track)
Hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
No, no, no (Ayy, hey)
No, no, no (Hey, hey, woo)
No, no, no (Yeah, uh-uh)
No, no, no (Woo, hey, woo, uh-uh, woo)
I wan' live it up until I leave (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
You can't sweep my flyness like a witch (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
What's up, Nipsey? I got keys to the city
All of my bitches tell me I'm the realest

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Uh-uh, uh-uh, boy, you not runnin' (Oh, no, no)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, Tommys, no stomachs (Oh, no, no)
Uh-uh, gold, no mummy (Oh, no, no), and, and
My racks are lettuce, my kush are onions (Oh, no, no, woo, woo)
I'ma always say yes to my bitch, never no, no
And I think that her pussy is tight 'cause she pigeon-toed (Oh, no, no)
And I know all my diamonds are water because they soaked (Oh, no, no)
And I might take that bitch off of MARTA all 'cause she spoke (Oh, no, no, hey)
Stand up, Harriet Tubman (Stand up)
Us or them? no subbin' (Not us)
Bitch, I'm high off substance (Angel dust)
I'm a B, plus I am buzzin' (Blah)
[Chorus: Young Thug & Birdman]
No, no, no (Uh-uh)
No, no, no (Try me, uh-uh)
No, no, no (Yeah, don't try no big Billy, uh-uh)
No, no, no (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, hey)
I wan' live it up until I leave (Uh-uh, uh-uh, hey)
You can't sweep my flyness like a witch (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
What's up, Nipsey? I got keys to the city
All of my bitches tell me I'm the realest (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Birdman & Young Thug]
Never wanna be average (Uh-uh)
All I wanna do is see Gladys (And)
Never wanna see backwards
All I ever did wanna just see baggage (Bags, racks)
Never wanna ever be daddy (Uh-uh)
Never ever wanna be my daddy (Uh-uh)
All I ever did is wanna be (And what?)
And all I ever wanna be was him (And what?)
See, I played in this game and I laid in this game, all I ever wanna see was gems (Racks)
So I show a nigga get stacks (What? What?)
Pay the brims with the tinted rims (Tinted rims)
Big money, nigga, hundred stacks (Big racks)
Bad bitches in them new 'Bachs (Big woah)
Guns up, nigga, fuck friends (Clack-clack)
A hundred niggas in a hundred Benz (Woo, brrat)
[Chorus: Young Thug & Birdman]
No, no, no (Yeah, uh-uh)
No, no, no (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, no)
No, no, no (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, woah, bro)
No, no, no (Woo, hey, woo, uh, woo, ah)
I wan' live it up until I leave (Uh)
You can't sweep my flyness like a witch (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
What's up, Nipsey? I got keys to the city
All of my bitches tell me I'm the realest