Young Thug – Bubbly (2021) | Track profile | Dork

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Bubbly

[Intro]

Wheezy outta here

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

My career 'bout to blast like bubbly

I'm not waitin' for her to say she love me

I can tell she fuck with me, man, trust me

I got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzy

Three-twenty-five on the dashboard

Ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford

I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior

I took the jet to the New York store

She lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor

I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (Yeah)

You stay in your feelings, you never my boy

I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy

Another body drop and they screamin' my name

I'm goin' to L.A. on a private plane

Could never come back and my family straight (Grrah)

I'm touchable? No, I'm too rich and too paid

Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face

Pull up too deep like a fuckin' parade

Old jealous-ass niggas tryna fuck up my pay (Ha)

Blast off, Rolls-Royce Cullinan rain (Broke niggas)

I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my motherfuckin' chains (Chains)

This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it, I come through this motherfucker plain (Woah)

I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet (Yeah) and Coachella keep callin', they won't see the face

I took her to China and changed up her climate and now she ain't talkin' the same (Woah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin'

The SVR still livin' deranged (Yeah)

I want her, she wanted the same

Hit 'em both same time, both glad that they came (It's lit)

Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained

Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (Oh)

Tat' a logo on the back of my brain

Don't ask me what the fuck am I thinkin'

Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank

Eric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit)

Area 29, got it lookin' like space

Houston, it's a problem way we bustin' up faces and shit

I came with the snakes, no squids (Straight up)

I broke out the game with a 456

She lovin' the fest', I see it

She lovin' the fest' (Straight up, straight up)

Yeah, I see it on her face, and I'm lovin' that body

In lace, I know you lovin' Spider and Jack

Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love yourself, take shots with me

If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (Wait)

[Verse 3: Drake]

YSL'll put a nigga six feet

I ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "Please"

Me and lil' Thugger on fleek

Now that lil' ho wanna meet, ayy

What, what, what, what?

Fuck her on beat

OVO life not cheap

I'm a young boy too T'd

Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh God, I'm geeked

Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak

Doin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6, man, it's bigger than me

Texas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin'

I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me—

Three-twenty-five on the dashboard

Ride in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford

Rockin' her bed and the headboard

What, what, what, what?

Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior

I took the jet to the New York store

Park at the regular airport

You stay in your feelings, was never my boy

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