Young Thug — Magnificent

[Intro: Young Thug & sample] What the fuck, you ready? Alright, alright What the fuck, you ready? We got London On Da Track What the fuck, you ready? Alright, alright, alright! Thugger! [Bridge] My birth certificate say I'm so magnificent School? Didn't attend it 'cause they think I'm so magnificent Head bigger 'cause my bitch say she magnificent Hundred percent I cashed out when I bought my Bentleys I've been grinding since I came up off the porch She want me to pull the string and see if I'm so important Not a toy, baby girl, I got a little boy Aye (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!) [Verse 1] I am magnificent, I'm cookin' chickens, and my neck is red like a hen I told that little bitch that she not gon' win, and I told her to go hit it in Choppers gon' chop, and I swear to God I am a slime, I'ma shoot at your spin Watches on watches got timing on timing, I just might bring Flava Flava in Caught me a big ol' lil body, lil bitch, and you know it's the Benz Suck on my dick, baby, suck on my dick 'til you got a big chin Soon as I fuck on your ho, boy, you know I'm gon' make her back bend Cookies, I roll it, I roll it, got fish scale, but I don't got baits These little bitches know that I am the future plus I'm holdin' weight I pulled up, hop out the 'Rarri, now they tailgating I might keep my hands down, let my jewelry wave [Hook] Bling, bling, bling, I iced out my team If you ain't sayin' that nice, my nigga, what the fuck you mean? I live it up, it's not the same I like my bitch brown like sugar cane (Woah, woah, hey!) [Verse 2] Eat that pussy 'til I throw up I got water out in Florida Lil mama know I can't cuff her Fuck cleaning, I'm a buffer My diamonds black like a muffler My bitch a gnat, and I trust her Fuck nigga, you're pie, a custard He got lames rhymes, no Busta I'm like, "Nigga, bitch, I'm too fly for this shit" Got a lot of niggas on the block that'll do or die for this shit Got a lot of bitches out in Follies that'll come around with my clique Nutted on the bitch's panties, she told her old man it was spit Baby lil girl you know YSL is the realest they get Bitch I'm on fire, fire, the best fire like a Bic I want to know where it's at, and I swear to God, I'ma go get it Turned up my birds in my words, and now I'm 'bout fly as a pigeon Hop in my coup, and I brrrp the ceiling My bitch, she rich and black like Oprah Winfrey 5-4-3-2-1, there go both her pimps I like white meat, baby, pass me a little sugar Hey, thirty two on my hip Woah, no hole but I'ma let it rip Or you could throw it off of the ship [Hook] Bling, bling, bling, I iced out my team If you ain't sayin' that nice, my nigga, what the fuck you mean? I live it up, it's not the same I like my bitch brown like sugar cane (Hey, hey, woah!) [Outro] Monica, I like you, and I love your persona Come with me, I'll buy you hair by the bundle We go back and forth just like a runner Lay beside you keep you warm like a mama I don't want to keep discussing none of these lil numbers I just want to feed you this candy like a Mamba Bah kaw, kackaw kaw!