Closing Arguments Lyrics – Young Thug

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[Intro]
Yeah, see
You can’t compare no n!gga to
You can’t compare no n!gga to me, bro, you know?
N!ggas real rats around this motherfu*ker, you dig what I’m saying?
Yeah, n!gga, I did what I did
Trying my best to help my motherfu*king brother get out a situation he was in, n!gga
I have no regrets for it, facts, Spyda
But don’t get it confused, n!gga, don’t get it fu*ked up, n!gga
Ain’t no one rat in me at all, kid
I’d rather die than tell on a n!gga, for real, for real
Only thing I regret is, ever in my life fu*king with y’all fu*k n!ggas, bruh, fu*k all y’all suckers (Pussies)

And it’s a big difference between me and y’all
Y’all n!ggas point the n!ggas out and say they did the crime
N!gga, I say he didn’t, ya dig?
Yeah, Spyda

[Verse 1]
Pull up to your house like the mailman, n!gga (Go)
They hit everything (Woo), plus the trashcans, n!gga (Huh)
Back to back to back like et cetera, n!gga (Huh)
Please don’t hit the mailbox, it’s federal, n!gga (Huh)
Keep a big jet at the Clearport, buddy (Keep a big jet)
My shoes dirty, cup dirty, both muddy, buddy (Both ’em)
Hiding in the house, they gon’ get your cuz, buddy (Shot)
My brother living life for me (Woo), that’s love, buddy (Ha)
Pu*sy, you killed a kid, that ain’t stepping (That ain’t stepping, pu*sy)
Pu*sy, you tryna change, okay reverend (You tryna change now)
You got- (Tss) on your shoes, them Giuseppes (Real slime)
You shot back when they pulled off, that ain’t happen (That ain’t happen, pu*sy)
Yeah, strip her ’til her drawers turn backwards, yeah
Free my bro-bro ’til it’s backwards (Woo)
Stepping and telling, that’s backwards (Ha)
Shop before you fu*k, that’s backwards (Backwards)
Lying on your d!ck, that’s backwards, yeah
Ten rounds on a stick, that’s backwards (What)
N!gga play with this s*it, they won’t cap ’em (Cap)

I was telling ’em, I’m not just a rapper (Ba*tard)
I don’t want smoke with a rapper (Skrrt)
Horses in the Lamb’, what happened?
Hit her from the back, I’m her master (Master)
Mink on her toes, Alaska (Spyda)

[Verse 2]
Yes, I’m from the three, but I do s*it where other n!ggas be
I’m a big dog with my own but I like other n!ggas treats, yeah (Woo)
Gunna a rat, Yak a rat, Slug a rat, Woody rat
Fu*k that n!gga Obama, he still mad ’bout baby momma (You mad?)
SlimeLife Shawty, make sure you put down your forty (Pu*sy)
DK, okay, s*it, he gay (Hey)
I would say I’m stepping but that’s cliché (Hey)
N!ggas thought they left me (What?), then we beat the case (Hey)
Dawgie, you a motherfu*king b!tch (B!tch)
If you wasn’t a n!gga twin, they woulda tried to squish your kids (Pu*sy)
Pu*sy, pu*sy, pu*sy, wussy, yeah, pu*sy
If a n!gga like buddy killed me, God gotta give me another chance (God)
They gave fourteen n!ggas hits, it only cost three hunnid bands (Woo)
All this money on me now (What?), I damn near need three pair of pants (S*it)
I ain’t going back and forth (No), I’d rather go tit for tat (Let’s go)
I ain’t tryna find no parking spot, I’d rather keep on spinning (Spin)
If you kill one of my dawgs, s*it, I’d rather never end it (Huh)
N!gga get your homie touched and it won’t cost me JCPenney’s (Woo)
Out the window in the Rolls like I’m tired of seeing stars
I done went to buying Hellcats, I’m tired of all these foreigns
She done slapped another b!tch out like I’m tired of all these broads
Told my lawyer speed the process up, I’m tired of all these charges (Woo, woo)
N!gga mad I ain’t paying for his lawyer, he gon’ be alright, yeah
I made deals with the Warden, I don’t need a kite (Yeah, yeah)
I can walk on any street (What?), s*it, I don’t need a bike (Ba*tard)
Bought a ring and engraved, I done found my wife
Thugga Mane LaFlare, I had more hoes than I got hair (Baby)
I hope every rat go camping and get ate by a bear (God)
Skeeted in her face, she clean it off just like Nair (Huh)
My last day of trial felt like playing truth or dare

[Verse 3]
We on the back burner
B!tch, I’m out the trenches, I got a fat momma
I was whipping foreigns ‘fore I had learners
The ‘Rari got a whistle like a football game, yeah
I tried to tell her not to leave
And now she solo in my sheets (Taurus)
My homie traded for a freak
And I gave ’em everything they need
At night I cry myself to sleep
Gotta wake up and change my sheets
I wear my heart outside my sleeve
She yelling free me ’til I’m free
How I get more love from a freak
Than I get from n!ggas that grew up in the streets with me? (Taurus)
Some of my cars got stolen, they fu*ked up my fleet
But I’ll be okay, y’all ain’t fu*king with my sleep
Your b!tch been fu*king ball players like you in the team, twin
Like, you ain’t score a hundred points 2013, twin
Your new s*it bossed up in and every one of your dreams, twin
My shoes brand new but still have her still leaning (Yeah, yeah, yeah)