Young Thug

Young Thug - Calling Your Name lyrics

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(Intro)

Ya know we can get away

Because I'm callin' yo name

Ya know we can get away (x2)

Because I'm callin' yo name (x2)

(Verse)

I'ma hit it, neva pass it

Booty fat like she asses

Ya can't see? You need glasses

They can't see me like masks

I know a way, I know I need it

I won't misread it, specs on when I treat it

House on my face when it's real

I'll share my place when it's real

Promise me that ya won't squeal

I am yo doctor, yo Phil

Suck this dick, peppermint, hey baby

I see you're far... far, baby

Hercules, Hercules

I feast on ya, ya nurse on me

I luv yo stones and they phony

I'm drunk on her, she all on me

Hey the slang, girl ya the business

I'm hungry, eat her like Denny's

I'm just Hannah Montana

Their jewelry's sunny, yos windy

Erry day I see ya, I wan' fuck ya by the pound

I came to the town, discovered it, lost and found

Baby ya know I am the one that ya want right now

I need to cuff wheneva I beat it up or down

(Hook)

She calling me Jeffery

I protect her like a seatbelt

Nigga, money stacked up like 3 shelves

Run my older hoes off, keep her feet there

By myself, I'm on the shore, no seashells

I hope I'ma ride that bitch like a V12

Aye baby girl don't meet me there, beat me there

Plus I am a freak like 3 Kels'

Pull on up, baby, pull on up

Gots ya wrapped, baby, Toys R Us

I'm living that life

Baby I'm important like in Pedialyte

(Verse 2)

I'ma put that pussy in saran for yah

I'ma pop a Xanny for that ass for yah

I'ma play dead, just like a cask on yah

I'ma bleed red when I go smash on yah

Suck this dick, peppermint, hey baby

I see you're far... far, baby

I'ma check that bitch up and down in the street

Ain't gon' hold my head down when they see me

I'm a lion, I'll fuck it, I'm a beast

But nigga my water blue like a genie

Too much money to go to jail, they can't have a freebie

I bring them racks out the shell, bitch ya know they're bleedin'

Too cray, too crazy, like ya could be my baby, lady

Three crazy, three crazy

I just might come for ya like the Navy

One crazy, two crazy, new coupe Mercedes

Hey I'm just like this, too hot, I need a fan, no Tasia

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

I just drink that lean on me, I promise ain't going broke

When I hit the club, them strippers smile, I give 'em hope

I know how it feels to be so broke that ya got jokes

I know, I know, I know, I know how to get that paper

I know, I know how it feels to stack racks up like acres

I know, I know how it feels, 2,000 channel cable

Ali-ani-ani got me looking like the mayor

What ya be, Thug? I'm a player

And what, Thug? I'm a slayer

And what, Thug? I make bail

And plus? I won't tell

You're a winna, in a Bimmer

And what? And I'm drinkin' four ounces and liters

(Hook)

(Outro)

Ya know we can get away

Because I'm callin' yo name

Ya know we can get away

Because I'm callin' yo name

Ya know we can get away

Because I'm callin' yo name

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