(Intro)
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Aye, man, what's happenin'?
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1017 Thug 3
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And the tracks is finito, the Thrillest
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Make sure that y'all get the one
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Make sure that y'all ge that 1017 Thug 2
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And 3, finnesse! The thrillest
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Also look out for the purple M, N double M slip
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We appreciate y'all purchase, for the 1017 Thug 3
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You can see yo [...]
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(Verse: Young Thug)
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(Beast mode, the tight mode, lifestyle)
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Beast mode, the tight mode, lifestyle lipo
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Run up on a yung thugga plan
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And I'mma burn yo head like Michael
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Kimbo, slice those, arms off of his body
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Yesterday I was broke, today I got M's, no Illuminati
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Los Angeles lifestyle, I left a dude fo the fishers
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Fuck nigga, youz a rat, ya got whiskers! Ya full of it!
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I'm an emperor! Leave em in the attic, no temper
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Rap around his chest like spenders
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Then open up like it's Christmas
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Live life a number seven
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I'm not Mike Vick, but I'm a G!
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Like one thousand, speaking one thousand
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I spend a thousand, on my trousers
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Smoking white boys, eight maulas
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In the mountains is where they found us
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I pray the critics stay behind us
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And we ain't gay anyway, all the ladies can climb us
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I pull thru yo set, ya hear cops, ya get bust
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Ya hear sticks, ya hear Tecks, we shoot heads, we shoot necks
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M16, they come thru that vest and they come for yo soul
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And they come for yo flesh, they turn white teethers
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My skin is a mess, we tryin' ta hit ya, but not for yo legs
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We come in the noon, we come in the morning
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We try leave ya sick like ya just caught pneumonia
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I redo yo hair, but not when I saw ya
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I dive in yo bitch, I might have a cow bunga(?)
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I wet up yo block like my momma tsunami
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No sperm, but I'm sellin errything on me
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Booker T Washington, it's history
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Yo nickname Scooby Doo, cuz youz a mystery
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Let my nigga wrapper rap em like a cypher
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Webster, we come in yo home!
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And ya betta come out and stop her!
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1017 Thug 3 Intro (Beast Mode)
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Young Thug |