Pacifier - Young Thug

Cut the chase, I wanna nut in this place

And I know she liked a nigga taste, I can see it in her face

Now don’t make me a cute little Christian, I don’t feel like Ma$e

Ride for a nigga, step inside the house got my mentals erased

I ain’t tryna roll no dice, I just wanna make it right

When I fuck her I’m a turn her, turn her over

Turn her, turn her like Ike

I’m on the burner, on the burner, still concerned her

Shit ain’t steak like a burger, or nothing

Mortified, I need a Pope, need a coroner, or something

Better yet watch a

Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier

Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier

Shake your rumidi bum bum

Bleed the block, bleed the rock

Bleed the bumbaclot rock, bleed the cops

Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed

Bad lil bitch with some bad lil tits

Need to put a little hip in it

Damn, climbing up the pole because she put a little split in it

If I whip the dope up I’m a put a little whip in it

When I whip the dope I’m looking to break my wrist the way I’m spinning it

Got a bad little date, swear to God I got a bad little date

Young Thugger Scrappy… okay!

Bought the little bitch a black mink like George of the Jungle, she’s a ape

And I don’t care not what they say, I eat that dinner plate

Nigga hotter than the summer, still catch a player in the street

I’m a catch your momma, then I might just fuck your momma

All because I made jam of the week

MTV young living, stop that like they stop my digits for odd reason I never end

up weak

I sell Miley Cyrus, ain’t no meeting Miley Cyrus

You get Miley Cyrus can’t eat nothing for weeks

So pass me a molly, new

How the hell they got me lean

Nigga living life so foul and it’s a crime scene

I don’t ball for decoration bitch I’m tryna eat

Niggas sit inside the trenches, all my couches bleed

All the niggas diamonds going dumb like I’m Arnold Schwarzenegger

Nah it ain’t Drake but my community gated

Niggas falling off cause they communities hated

But the community wouldn’t be hating if they were atin

Oops I mean eating

My niggas eat for no reason, they feast for no reason

I do not got on no mink but I’m beasting

I swear to God bitch I’m beasting

And I’m a pull up in the 9−11

Then I’m pulling back up in the Drophead

Make her drop pants

Make the bitch drop dead

When it come to this shit, I’m a Pro, no Ked

Drinking on this Easter pink, I feel like an egg

Attracted to these drugs, I feel like a fucking fed

And I know you ain’t bout that, but I’m bout that

Where the fuck the Sprite at?

It’s a baby bottle, not a

The streets ain’t ready, yeeaaaa

All your bitches want a piece of me

I swear to God these hoes want a piece of mink

Whooo, nigga think he want piece of me

No you don’t want a piece

You not ready you need you a