Lift Me Up (feat Future & Young Thug) - 歌词大全

[Young Thug:] Hit me up Lift me up, pick me up, baby Yeah Off the Xanny, yeah Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body I wanna know if you can last no longer, ha Hit me up, hit me up, baby Cartier handcuffs, baby I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom I'm puttin' molly in my IV (Hm) [Ty Dolla $ign:] Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me Tent out in Maldives, I'll be your Hercules I'll **** the shit out of you (Ooh, yeah) You'll tell your friends 'bout me (Ah, yeah) You so possessive, way too jealous Don't bring your friends around me (Me) I had some famous girls, some models, and some regular hoes (Regular hoes) I tell my bitch about 'em, think it's probably best that she knows (Best that she knows) I bought a Richard Mille, it's a Bubba Watson luxury Drop my new shit, now all these bitches wanna **** with me (Me) Another new one in my collection (Collection) Nothin' but bad bitches up in my section (My section) Nothin' but princess cuts and baguettes (Baguettes) No commercial, wheels up on the jet [Young Thug:] Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body I wanna know if you can last no longer [Young Thug & Ty Dolla $ign:] Hit me up, hit me up, baby Cartier handcuffs, baby I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom I'm puttin' molly in my IV (Hm) [Future:] Private show viewin' on the runway Twelve-inch heels, Roberto Cavalli Eight zips of codeine in a Hi-C Throwin' private parties at the penthouse at the Marquee Bora Bora villa, yeah Lil' Kim how I count dead pres' You got more Chanel bags than your birthday Molly and power make you a mermaid Swimmin' in Franklins, swimmin' in Benji You get your backstroke in Stella McCartney My gangbangin' friends gon' be the ones to protect you You been turnin' up ever since that nigga left you Oh, baby, nasty, all nine karats Ghost like Casper, doors open backwards Oh, you a ballerina, tippin' on marble Oh, you got paper for your diamonds, oh, and they sparkle Donald Trump a wrist flick, I'm a misfit, but I'ma keep you in some new shit Five languages, girl, name it, I buy the shelf out of Ruth Chris Spaceship got you woozy, every day you wake up is a movie Every day you gotta prove it, you goin' to sleep in jacuzzi [Young Thug & Ty Dolla $ign:] Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me (Carry me) Oh, baby, let me down (Let me down), oh, baby, tragedy (Tragedy) Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body (Oh) I wanna know if you can last no longer (Ooh, yeah) Hit me up, hit me up, baby Cartier handcuffs, baby I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom I'm puttin' molly in my IV (Hm)