Hey I Lyrics - Singles - Young Thug

Kyddy 

I think she ready for a kiddy 

She told me she gon' make me miss her 

She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling 

My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing 

She gotta love him, Peter Griffin 

Nut on the front of her head like i'm Eddie Griffin 

I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish 

I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted 

Where the fuck you going girl? I miss you 

I wanna bang like a pistol 

I wanna bang like a crip do 

I'm banging red like soo woo, ooh 

Brand new rollie I'm living sporty 

Flood you with gold like a trophy 

She still the bomb, call her lotus 

Hey, racks keep me up with that Folger's 

I'm up, I'm up 

I might hit 'em with them bucks just incase he out luck 

This a Crime Mob lifestyle nigga knuck if you buck 

Just cause I'm in New York with a puck 

Don't mean you won't get stuck up, up 

Ay, I might just tell these hoes my secret 

First I like them red like a demon 

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A purse, every time lil' momma catch me cheating 

Starburst, I won't eat it unless she creamy 

I think she ready for a kiddy 

She told me she gon' make me miss her 

She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling 

My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing 

She gotta love him, Peter Griffin 

Nut on the front of her head like i'm Eddie Griffin 

I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish 

I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted 

I, done completed my little mission 

I, put something in your stomach next to your kidney 

I, want nothing to do with none of these lil bitches 

I, want something to do with everything and I'm willing 

To go to church and ask God there for forgiveness 

For everything and tell that preacher that I'm gon' remember 

Him bringing You in my life and that's on my children 

Fuck all them other hoes talking, they Wendy Williams 

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Now your wrist got ice like December 

I pour out the paint like Mutumbo 

I'mma fucking lion like Simba 

And, yeah my girl ballin' like Kendra 

I think she ready for a kiddy 

She told me she gon' make me miss her 

She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling 

My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing 

She gotta love him, Peter Griffin 

Nut on the front of her head like i'm Eddie Griffin 

I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish 

I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted