• Title:Contagious
  • Artist:Young Thug
  • Album:Punk
  • KaraokeRate:1★
  • Languages:en
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    I wish that keepin’ it real really was contagious
    ‘Cause I’d be showing off, always met with fake shit
    But that’s what’s in my heart I can never change it
    I just wish that things were reciprocating
    I told my lawyer, “change the situation”
    Told the judge that I was always fakin’
    But I know it’s in my heart and I feel it breakin’
    Told him let go of my boys that would be amazing
    Try to blink out every time, I’m hidden in different spaces
    Bought the same LaFerrari and told ’em keep it basic
    Put up on them same lil’ boys, told them let’s get it racing
    She don’t need to know what it is, now boy my money weighin’
    Yeah, keep on dodgin’ years, my young nigga waitin’
    I done gave away my Porsche, I throw up
    I don’t pass the torch, I pour up
    Syrup, when I’m forced, I ho up
    Out and in, I reck her core
    I took my finger and I remade the sore
    They always told me I’d be going places
    Now I’m just surrounded by these different faces
    But all of this applause, yeah, it came with hatred
    Yeah, uh
    Yesterday my daughter told me
    “Daddy, you the best,” I told her
    “I’m makin’ it back tonight
    “Baby, pass me that vest”
    I know I’m livin’ that fast life
    But I sign niggas and I sign checks
    I put a quarter mill’ on my fingers just like Lil Baby and they all baguettes
    Every week I made four thousand, servin’ bands for my big homie
    I know I wasn’t doin’ it forever but it had moved me up from nothin’
    Sometimes you gotta take baby steps
    But now you grown and got to want it
    Everything you doin’, wonder every ho you screwin’
    I ball like Harden and Jordan
    I try to keep my mouth closed
    But I told them all the stories
    I had five bitches with me lit like Robert Horry
    I told my bitch from every strugglin’ day we buyin’ the store
    ‘Cause I’d be showing love, always met with fake shit
    But all of this applause, yeah, it kept with hatred