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Young Thug – Abracadabra Lyrics (feat. Travis Scott)

YOUNG THUG

Abracadabra Lyrics (feat. Travis Scott)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin’, you can’t see me like I’m Casper (Yeah)
Take these bitches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (Woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin’ season I get better (Woah, yeah)
Need a ladder ’cause my money in the nose bleed (Yeah)
All this gold on me lookin’ like a trophy (Yeah)
You from opp business, you don’t know me (Yeah)
Your bitch ridin’ my dick like she owe me (Yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit like Ginóbili
And I been lookin’ around the city since a shawty
Ah-ha
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Mistress, mistress, tell me who my mistress is
Who the f*ck is the creator of the drip and shit?
Got all these bitches on my dick, and yeah, they milkin’ shit
Least we double double down ’cause we drip and shit
Just a diamond in the rough
I caught a bag, I’m not gon’ tussle
Got sick and tired of showin’ my muscle
I’m ’bout to take these nigga’s ho
I’m makin’ sure they missing
I’m listenin’ I was listin’
She shut up and catch drip-drip
I got implants, not no fillings
Gucci, Louis shoes and Fendi
Made a million, I was straight up off a titty
Ah-ha (Woo-woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin’, you can’t see me like I’m Casper (Yeah)
Take these bitches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (Woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin’ season I get better (Woah, yeah)
Need a ladder ’cause my money in the nose bleed (Yeah)
All this gold on me lookin’ like a trophy (Yeah)
You from opp business, you don’t know me (Yeah)
Your bitch ridin’ my dick like she owe me (Yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie

I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit like Ginóbili
And I been lookin’ around the city since a shawty
Ah-ha
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh
[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Abracadabra (Woo)
When the wock disappear in my Shasta (Yeah)
Way I pull up to the crib down from NASA (Yeah)
She pull up, drink up my red, think she Dracula
Bands Mexican, they get faster (Skrt)
Way I drop a body, I can’t crash her
Way we left the room was a disaster (Skrt)
She like her body plastic, her walls plastered
Come like money cover her all in the proceeds
Gotta protect the city, shit cost billi’s
In a second man decided turn to billy
Can’t split this fifty-fifty with you, bitch, you silly (Let’s go)
I ain’t gon’ front, I been back at it (-ack at it)
I ain’t tryna– (Phew-phew, phew)
Don’t need no ins– (Ah)
Please lock it down, with speeds rollin’ with the clique
Me, I make the magic with the brown one with the hips, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin’, you can’t see me like I’m Casper (Yeah)
Take these bitches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (Woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin’ season I get better (Woah, yeah)
Need a ladder ’cause my money in the nose bleed (Yeah)
All this gold on me lookin’ like a trophy (Yeah)
You from opp business, you don’t know me (Yeah)
Your bitch ridin’ my dick like she owe me (Yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit like Ginóbili
And I been lookin’ around the city since a shawty
Ah-ha
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh
[Outro]
We got London on the Track
Metro
Woo, woo
Ah-ha
Ah-ha, eh

Young Thug – Abracadabra Lyrics (feat. Travis Scott)

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