Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics

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I Bought Her Lyrics by Young Thug

That big, big Birkin bag, that Birk’
That big, big Birkin bag, that Birk’
That big, big Birkin bag, that Birk’
That big, big Birkin bag, that Birk’ (DJ Durel)

I bought my b—- a bag, I bought a lotta a–
I bought my big a bag, I bought a lotta a–
My seat no longer slashed, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She said she don’t s— d—, I called that b—- a cab
New York can’t go for no bag, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em nighttime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

I’m booked up in Beverly Hills, but it was in sushi
(That big, big Birkin bag, that Birk’)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters, ooh
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter
I can get a n—- a– smoked for a bowl of noodles, woah
I gave her forty clip, take to the woadie, the shooter, woah
I parked the car [?], and it’s tall as a ruler, woah
I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo, woah
I left that car parked outside of the boogaloos, woah
You don’t go need for speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em
I been in traps and [?], and I just been boolin’ in, yeah
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up
I had your b—- on her knees and I told her toot it up
Fish [?], I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
At crib, better don’t say none ’bout my baby
Florida water, p—- pink, I make her [?]
Flawless diamonds summer pink like a Mercedez

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I bought my b—- a bag, I bought a lotta a–
I bought my b—- a bag, I bought a lotta a–
My seat no longer slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag
She say she don’t s— d—, I call that b—- a cab
New York can’t go for no bag, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em like [?] splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Birkin bag, that Birk

Richest as it gets, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just [?] flip
Hundred on my b—-, couple [?] crip
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never f— her, I just got the lip
I just got the lip, I just got the [?]
I just gave her [?], I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin [?], under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
Vs on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too f—–’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermes belt like a wrestler
F— her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)

I bought my b—- a bag, I bought a lotta a–
I bought my b—- a bag, I bought a lotta a–
My seat no longer slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag
She say she don’t s— d—, I call that b—- a cab
New York can’t go for no bag, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em nighttime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Birkin bag, that Birk

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That big, big Birkin bag, that Birk
That big, big Birkin bag, that Birk
That big, big Birkin bag, that Birk
That big, big Birkin bag, that Birk

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