Young Thug — Bagets

[Intro: Young Thug] Please don't leave me, no Mufasa, she sexy lady (Wheezy Beats) Ooh, rastafari Ooh, wait [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] We made love inside the booth yesterday and I still smell it Oh yeah, I still smell it I want my twins in that Bentley, eat it like peanut butter and jelly I got that Leer jet, slow it down with side chicks, hey [Chorus: Young Thug] Lotta baguettes on me Lotta baguettes on me Lotta baguettes on me Got a lotta baguettes on me Lotta baguettes on me Lotta baguettes on me Got a lotta baguettes on me Damn, I got a lotta baguettes on me [Verse 1: Young Thug] Lotta blue checks on me, stretch V-neck on me Not a fan of Nike, nah, but I got a lotta blue checks on me And I got a hoe, if you don't know, and I'm 'bout to put her on fleek Put that lil' bitch in a foreign, praying I take her off E Bitches get- (Bitches get what?) Bitches get- (Bitches get what?) Bitches get bounced around, skeet off in a Maserati Bitch, you better not tell nobody They peepin' my song, they bitin' Long way from [?], now I'm in a Maybach grindin' like space Playin' 'round with dog, yeah, you might get Peter rolled I got brothers behind the walls and they ready to eat your nose All these guns signing off, 23 shots like new [?] Show me these diamonds like [?] they card, nigga gon' end up back on the wall And we ain't gon' play with these boys unless they worried 'bout the dogs 'Cause you'll get left faced down, sunny side up My son, [?] outside, she rollin' the weed You're all left in to heal, he poppin' this E (Jeff), ayy [Chorus: Young Thug] Lotta baguettes on me Got a lotta baguettes on me Got a lotta baguettes on me Got a lotta baguettes on me Got a lotta baguettes on me Got a lotta baguettes on me with the Rollie Got a lotta baguettes on me with the Pa-ta-tek Got a lotta baguettes on me [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] What you got, you got a Rollie? A Pa-ta-tek? Whole lotta Rollies & Pa-ta-teks And I got a AP with the bezel Lotta APs, nigga, bang it Bling, bling on me right now Lotta jewelry on me right now Lean, lean on me right now Swerve in the McLaren right now [Verse 2: Big Sean] Woah, please don't test on me, got a lotta stress on me Yeah, I got my ex on me, she wanna put a hex on me All black tint 'round me, with the whitest baguettes, whitest Piguet Life after death, yeah, that count as success And I can't pretend like I shouldn't walk around with that vest on my test day, if I read where my heart at I just fucked around and spent a two year contract like, bsh, bsh, go and buy your mama a new compact I'm a star, I'm a common thing, you like a comet, yeah, I'm in alignment, why you bitches lying? I didn't change the game up, boy, I helped designed it You going against me? You need Elijah, Muhammad I knocked down the walls in my head, freed my mind up I'm so fucking conscious, that shit is my compass And all I want to do is spend these blue strips With my main girl, fuck a new bitch, yeah (Don) [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] Please don't leave me, no Mufasa, she sexy lady Wheezy Beats Ooh, rastafari Ooh, wait We made love inside the booth last week and I still smell it Mmm, mmm, I still smell it Eat it like peanut butter and jelly I got a Lear jet, slow it down with chicks, hey [Chorus: Young Thug] Lotta baguettes on me Lotta baguettes on me Lotta baguettes on me Got a lotta baguettes on me Lotta baguettes on me Lotta baguettes on me Got a lotta baguettes on me Yeah, I got a lotta baguettes on me [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] What you got, you got a Rollie? A Pa-ta-tek? Whole lotta Rollies & Pa-ta-teks And I got a AP with the bezel Lotta APs, nigga, bang it Bling, bling on me right now Lotta jewelry on me right now Lean, lean on me right now Swerve in the McLaren right now