Out The Bowl Lyrics - Young Thug

Cut my bitch off, wash my dick off 

In a bitch mouth, make her kiss your boy 

You ain't ride, so you bitched out 

Shorty so fine that I can't put the bitch out 

But she got me pissed off, damn I should of tricked off 

Slick sauce on my clique boss, this ain't Kriss Kross 

Brick loft, get it off like the real Rick Ross 

1017 boss, bitch call me gold mouth 

Big Guwop in the house and he showed out 

Disrespect Brick Squad, and you get drugged out 

Every time I look down the street, that's a plug walk 

Gucci used to be the shiznit, can he still lift? 

10 tell 10 that I got your bitch ten pills 

Telling everybody in the place, can't sit still 

Sorry to say that I know where your bitch live 

Gucci used to be a rich man, and he still is 

Bag came wrong, Imma show them what the deal is 

Rolling like motherfucker, 45 X pills 

She make me say (my my my) [?] easy 

Woah, woah, woah 

We got that fish scale dumping out the bowl 

15 hundred climbing out a nigga's nose 

Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes 

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Brand new Bentley, Young Thug in it 

Her hair extended, my clip extended 

Me and her twinses, Ferragamo and Fendi 

Jimmy call for the Lindsay's, mouth gold, no pennies 

Got to keep up my image, so therefore I got birds flying 

Birds over your head, no pretending, I got plenty 

Freeze, bitch get in position 

Knees, please, suck me till I'm empty 

S double M, we gon squeeze it till it's empty 

They are like Arthurs, we are like Binkys 

Dollar for my cologne, never catch me stinky 

Ooh look at her winky, at young [?], oh my G 

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