Danny Glover (Second Remix) lyrics

by

Nicki Minaj


[Hook: Young Thug]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'm a save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'm a call my partner 'fore her, I f*ck her mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each other
Every time I f*ck, I gotta hit me least like two b*tches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that b*tch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet, just like two midgets

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Who the f*ck told them that Trae not the king of the streets, sh*t I rep like no other
Yea I get money like Diddy, but everything else by me came out the gutter
That's why I pull up with no ceilings like Weezy, yelling f*ck a hater no rubber
Dare one of you pussies to run up on me, it be over put that on my mother
I-I am not backing down, hang up my chopper, no f*cking round
f*cking with me, I'm a shut it down
Bullets come flying, no ducking down
Won't nothing be funny, I'm not a clown
Have killers and (jail) n*ggas touching down
Shut the f*ck up, not a f*cking sound
You no longer sh*t cause I'm back in town
Money so long, I ain't got a f*cking limit
Haters get brushed, name sh*t (shouldn't been in it)
Hoes ain't sh*t, give em' back like they rented
Trusain bolt, every night I run up in it
Everything black, presidential lose city
n*ggas can't see me like a young n*gga tinted
Home town temple, for the crown I'll win it
Stay on point, other n*ggas can't pin it
[Hook: Young Thug]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'm a save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'm a call my partner 'fore her, I f*ck her mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each other
Every time I f*ck, I gotta hit me least like two b*tches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that b*tch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet, just like two midgets

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Who the f*ck told you that Young Thugger Thugger don't f*ck up the beat?
I got six cars and I also got rentals and all of 'em tinted
No, I'm not Nipsey, not from L.A., but I got keys to the city
I f*ck it, I suck it, I beat it down, then she beat me to the ceilin'
Stoner my lifestyle, I'm livin' too wild
I came to make you proud, that money keep her around
In love with her head, I can't turn it down
Can't wait for my time to come back around
She see that you don't got Lil Haiti's style
Plus I just seen Snoop on Girls Gone Wild
I just bought a Bentley and a b*tch came with it
Young rich n*gga hittin' million dollar licks
Balling in New York like a motherf*cking Knick
You better have them racks, you ever want to hear me spit
And everywhere I go I got a pass like the staff
I'm goin' off top like a motherf*ckin' lay up
357, six shots like Al
I left ten bands in a motherf*ckin' cab
[Hook: Young Thug]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'm a save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'm a call my partner 'fore her, I f*ck her mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each other
Every time I f*ck, I gotta hit me least like two b*tches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that b*tch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet, just like two midgets

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Every time I come out I ain’t never with no new b*tches
These b*tches is stealing, I'mma sue b*tches
Dripping down his di*k, this pus*y too vicious
Every time I f*ck him I say "Whose is it?"
Who the f*ck tell 'em that they was like Nicki? Oh no, b*tches didn't!
I'mma give b*tches a minute of shine then I'll tell 'em good riddance
To raise a child, it might take a village
But I wouldn't know cause these b*tches my sons; yes, they was, and they still is
Gave him the kitten, now that n*gga smitten
Told him to hop in my foreign and then I said "No, I'm just kiddin'!"
Hell of a livin', you b*tches on chitlins
When I come out of my mansion I sprinkle some bread to the pigeons
b*tches is lyin', they lyin', they lyin', they lie in they bio
So I ain't f*ckin' with chickens unless I got pico de gallo
Girls is plottin', what more could they steal?
Tell Justin Timberlake that I am comin for Jessica Biel
b*tch I'm a star-rah, you n*ggas, I holla tomarrah
Doors go up cause I am too rich to cop a Gallardo
No regular doors, on Aventadors
Painted it pink just so I could take pictures while you rented yours
Hell of a ticket, hell of a price
I want it, I get it, I wire the money, I never think twice
I am not gay, but lesbi precise
Cause if she pretty, then watch it cause I'mma be f*ckin' ya wife
[Verse 4: T.I.]
Ok, cool, ok, bu, I love her
I'mma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'mma call my partner befo' I f*ck the mother
I pay them in molly, now kiss each other
Everytime I f*ck I gotta hit me least like two b*tches
Boy, tha doppy whip, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that b*tch got 2 digits
Money stand like 8ft, just like 2 midgets
So shawty gonna trippin get some new chicks
Let me tell you what I did
And I bought a new whip
Filled it with some cute, b*tches
While they was on IG, taking a new pic
I was in the bushes in the Valentine day
With a K, tryna shoot Cupid
Think im playing, for the cab 50 bands
And whateva's stacked in that Minnie Van
You pro'ly can't relate to what I'm saying, yall n*ggas
Talking up foul
I do some sh*t you pro'ly neva did in yo life
Well I don't talk about it
Trust me now, n*gga, cause you ain't 'bout that life
Hustle Gang n*gga, got a pro'lem with that?
Bring the motherf*cking mob and the pro'lem begins
If you ever leave from me, ain't no circling back
I bet your b*tch hang up the phone, you be callin' her back
Go hard as a mother f*cker
Getting head from a couple broads in this motherf*cka
Ain't no more f*ckin credit cards in this motherf*cka
Bank Roll count 50 large in this motherf*cka
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