Young Thug - Magnificent MP3 dan Lirik Lagu

[intro: young thug & sample]
what the fuck, you ready?
alright, alright
what the fuck, you ready?
we got london on da track
what the fuck, you ready?
alright, alright, alright!
thugger!

[verse 1]
my birth certificate say i'm so magnificent
skoob done tinted cause them dyk-s they so magnificent
head bigger cause my b-tch say she magnificent
hundred percent i cashed out when i bought my bentleys
i've been grinding since i came up out the porch
she want me to pull the string and see if i'm so important
not a toy, baby girl, i got a little boy
aye (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!)
i am magnificent, i could get chickens and my neck is red like a hen
i told that little b-tch that she not gon win and i told her to go hit it in
choppers gon' chop and i swear to god i am a slime i'ma shoot at your spin
watches on watches got timing on timing i just might bring flav flava in
caught me a big ol' lil' body, lil' b-tch and you know it's the benz
suck on my d-ck, baby suck on my d-ck 'til you got a big chin
soon as i fuck on your ho, boy you know i'm gon' make her back bend
cookies, i roll it, i roll it, got fish scale but i don't got baits
these little b-tches know that i'm the future plus i'm holdin' weight
i pulled up, hop out the ‘rarri now they tailgating
i might keep my hands down, let my jewelry wave

[hook]
bling, bling, bling i iced out my team
if you ain't sayin' that nice, my nigga, what the fuck you mean?
i live it up, it's not the same
i like my b-tch brown like sugar cane
woah, woah, hey!

[verse 2]
eat that pussy 'til i throw up
i got water out in florida
little mama know i can't cuff her
fuck cleaning i'm a buffer
my diamonds black like a muffler
my b-tch a nat and i trust her
fuck nigga you're pie a custard
he got lames rhymes no busta
i'm like nigga b-tch i'm too fly for this shit
got a lot of niggas on the block that'll do or die for this shit
got a lot of b-tches out in folies that'll come around with my clique
nutted on the b-tch panties she told her old man it was spit
baby little girl you know ysl is the realest they get
b-tch i'm on fire i fire the best fire like a bic
i want to know where it's at and i swear to god i'mma go get it
turnt up my birds in my words and now i'm 'bout fly as a pigeon
hop in my coup and brrrp the ceiling
my b-tch she rich and black like oprah winfrey
5-4-3-2-1, there go both her pimps
i like white meat, baby p-ss me a little sugar
thirty two on my hip, whoa
no hole but i'ma let it rip
or you could throw it off of the ship

[hook]
bling, bling, bling i iced out my team
if you ain't sayin' that nice, my nigga, what the fuck you mean?
i live it up, it's not the same
i like my b-tch brown like sugar cane
hey, hey, woah!

[outro]
monica, i like you and i love your persona
come with me i buy you hair by the bundle
we go back and forth just like a runner
lay beside you keep you warm like your mama
i don't want to keep discussing none of these lil' numbers
i just want to feed you this candy like a mamba
bahh kaww… backaw kaw!