Out the Bowl (feat. Gucci Mane) Lyrics
| Song | Out the Bowl (feat. Gucci Mane) |
| Artist | Young Thug |
| Album | 1017 Thug 3 the Finale |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1 – Gucci Mane] | |
| Cut my ************ off, wash my ************ off | |
| In a ************ mouth, make her kiss your boy | |
| You ain't ride, so you ************ed out | |
| Shorty so fine that I can’t put the ************ out | |
| But she got me pissed off, damn I should of tricked off | |
| Slick sauce on my clique boss, this ain't Kriss Kross | |
| Brick loft, get it off like the real Rick Ross | |
| 1017 boss, ************ call me gold mouth | |
| Big Guwop in the house and he showed out | |
| Disrespect Brick Squad, and you get drugged out | |
| Every time I look down the street, that’s a plug walk | |
| Gucci used to be the ************znit, can he still lift? | |
| 10 tell 10 that I got your ************ ten pills | |
| Telling everybody in the place, can’t sit still | |
| Sorry to say that I know where your ************ live | |
| Gucci used to be a rich man, and he still is | |
| Bag came wrong, Imma show them what the deal is | |
| Rolling like mother******, 45 X pills | |
| She make me say (my my my) [?] easy | |
| [Hook – Young Thug][x2] | |
| Woah, woah, woah | |
| We got that fish scale dumping out the bowl | |
| 15 hundred climbing out a ******'s nose | |
| Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes | |
| [Verse 2 – Young Thug] | |
| Brand new Bentley, Young Thug in it | |
| Her hair extended, my clip extended | |
| Me and her twinses, Ferragamo and Fendi | |
| Jimmy call for the Lindsay’s, mouth gold, no pennies | |
| Got to keep up my image, so therefore I got birds flying | |
| Birds over your head, no pretending, I got plenty | |
| Freeze, ************ get in position | |
| Knees, please, suck me till I’m empty | |
| S double M, we gon squeeze it till it’s empty | |
| They are like Arthurs, we are like Binkys | |
| Dollar for my cologne, never catch me stinky | |
| Ooh look at her winky, at young [?], oh my G | |
| [Hook][x2] |
| Verse 1 Gucci Mane | |
| Cut my off, wash my off | |
| In a mouth, make her kiss your boy | |
| You ain' t ride, so you ed out | |
| Shorty so fine that I can' t put the out | |
| But she got me pissed off, damn I should of tricked off | |
| Slick sauce on my clique boss, this ain' t Kriss Kross | |
| Brick loft, get it off like the real Rick Ross | |
| 1017 boss, call me gold mouth | |
| Big Guwop in the house and he showed out | |
| Disrespect Brick Squad, and you get drugged out | |
| Every time I look down the street, that' s a plug walk | |
| Gucci used to be the znit, can he still lift? | |
| 10 tell 10 that I got your ten pills | |
| Telling everybody in the place, can' t sit still | |
| Sorry to say that I know where your live | |
| Gucci used to be a rich man, and he still is | |
| Bag came wrong, Imma show them what the deal is | |
| Rolling like mother, 45 X pills | |
| She make me say my my my ? easy | |
| Hook Young Thug x2 | |
| Woah, woah, woah | |
| We got that fish scale dumping out the bowl | |
| 15 hundred climbing out a ' s nose | |
| Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes | |
| Verse 2 Young Thug | |
| Brand new Bentley, Young Thug in it | |
| Her hair extended, my clip extended | |
| Me and her twinses, Ferragamo and Fendi | |
| Jimmy call for the Lindsay' s, mouth gold, no pennies | |
| Got to keep up my image, so therefore I got birds flying | |
| Birds over your head, no pretending, I got plenty | |
| Freeze, get in position | |
| Knees, please, suck me till I' m empty | |
| S double M, we gon squeeze it till it' s empty | |
| They are like Arthurs, we are like Binkys | |
| Dollar for my cologne, never catch me stinky | |
| Ooh look at her winky, at young ?, oh my G | |
| Hook x2 |
| Verse 1 Gucci Mane | |
| Cut my off, wash my off | |
| In a mouth, make her kiss your boy | |
| You ain' t ride, so you ed out | |
| Shorty so fine that I can' t put the out | |
| But she got me pissed off, damn I should of tricked off | |
| Slick sauce on my clique boss, this ain' t Kriss Kross | |
| Brick loft, get it off like the real Rick Ross | |
| 1017 boss, call me gold mouth | |
| Big Guwop in the house and he showed out | |
| Disrespect Brick Squad, and you get drugged out | |
| Every time I look down the street, that' s a plug walk | |
| Gucci used to be the znit, can he still lift? | |
| 10 tell 10 that I got your ten pills | |
| Telling everybody in the place, can' t sit still | |
| Sorry to say that I know where your live | |
| Gucci used to be a rich man, and he still is | |
| Bag came wrong, Imma show them what the deal is | |
| Rolling like mother, 45 X pills | |
| She make me say my my my ? easy | |
| Hook Young Thug x2 | |
| Woah, woah, woah | |
| We got that fish scale dumping out the bowl | |
| 15 hundred climbing out a ' s nose | |
| Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes | |
| Verse 2 Young Thug | |
| Brand new Bentley, Young Thug in it | |
| Her hair extended, my clip extended | |
| Me and her twinses, Ferragamo and Fendi | |
| Jimmy call for the Lindsay' s, mouth gold, no pennies | |
| Got to keep up my image, so therefore I got birds flying | |
| Birds over your head, no pretending, I got plenty | |
| Freeze, get in position | |
| Knees, please, suck me till I' m empty | |
| S double M, we gon squeeze it till it' s empty | |
| They are like Arthurs, we are like Binkys | |
| Dollar for my cologne, never catch me stinky | |
| Ooh look at her winky, at young ?, oh my G | |
| Hook x2 |
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