Young Thug, Offset - Tiger Woods lyrics
Young Thug [Jeffery Lamar Williams] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Offset [Kiari Kendrell Cephus] Lawrenceville, Georgia/Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Young Thug, Offset - Tiger Woods lyrics]
Blow it fast, chase the cash
Digital dash, yeah
Hold on cash, we don't bash
Toe tag, that's that
Bruno, I'm on Mars, I ain't going out sad
Fuck twelve, slatt, slatt
Tiger Woods coat, green diamonds, baby
I be whipping white bitch, call me Katy Perry
Million to my son, man, fuck a tooth fairy
I want all baguettes I didn't need, Jeffery
Flood the casket with hundreds like he see
I been kicking shit like I'm Bruce Swae Lee
Yeah, blast on her top, lil' (Ugh)
Make her feed me grapes, now we laying
I'm a dawg, she a doll and we mating
I got cash, I got syrup, call me
Bet the judge ain't gon' ball
You know he macing 'em
Foreign bitches tryna fuck, say I'm tasty
Put that baby in her butt, thеn go blazing in
Make her toot that ass up when shе naked
I done prayed to give it up, she been raping
Rock-a- bye bye bye when this pipe get ignite
(Bye)
LED my lights on my ice, Ritchie bite (Bite)
Emeralds, set they price
Can't no rice dry my ice (Dry)
Baguettes in the face of Christ
Rolling the dice (Rolling the)
Riding in a drop top Don
(Don) , I'm with the shooter
Hundred round drum (Grahh)
I put a quarter on my arm and I
Took my mom up out of the storm (Mom)
Hop out the Cullinan, hey how is you doing?
(Hop out the Cullinan)
I tripled, then doubled it
This money get fluent
(Tripled and doubled it)
Blow it fast, chase the cash
Digital dash, yeah
Hold on cash, we don't bash
Toe tag, that's that
Bruno, I'm on Mars, I ain't going out sad
Fuck twelve, slatt, slatt
Digital dash, yeah
Hold on cash, we don't bash
Toe tag, that's that
Bruno, I'm on Mars, I ain't going out sad
Fuck twelve, slatt, slatt
Tiger Woods coat, green diamonds, baby
I be whipping white bitch, call me Katy Perry
Million to my son, man, fuck a tooth fairy
I want all baguettes I didn't need, Jeffery
Flood the casket with hundreds like he see
I been kicking shit like I'm Bruce Swae Lee
Yeah, blast on her top, lil' (Ugh)
Make her feed me grapes, now we laying
I'm a dawg, she a doll and we mating
I got cash, I got syrup, call me
Bet the judge ain't gon' ball
You know he macing 'em
Foreign bitches tryna fuck, say I'm tasty
Put that baby in her butt, thеn go blazing in
Make her toot that ass up when shе naked
I done prayed to give it up, she been raping
Rock-a- bye bye bye when this pipe get ignite
(Bye)
LED my lights on my ice, Ritchie bite (Bite)
Emeralds, set they price
Can't no rice dry my ice (Dry)
Baguettes in the face of Christ
Rolling the dice (Rolling the)
Riding in a drop top Don
(Don) , I'm with the shooter
Hundred round drum (Grahh)
I put a quarter on my arm and I
Took my mom up out of the storm (Mom)
Hop out the Cullinan, hey how is you doing?
(Hop out the Cullinan)
I tripled, then doubled it
This money get fluent
(Tripled and doubled it)
Blow it fast, chase the cash
Digital dash, yeah
Hold on cash, we don't bash
Toe tag, that's that
Bruno, I'm on Mars, I ain't going out sad
Fuck twelve, slatt, slatt