"Shawty Shawty" lyrics
Young Stoner Life & Young Thug Lyrics
"Shawty Shawty"
(feat. HittMan)
[HittMan:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Damn
Yeah
Huh
Say, say, huh
Say what your name, man
She tryna leave and I'm telling her, "Stay here"
She going through pain, well, here go a pain pill
Just stay with me, I'll get your lil' hair done
It's not enough, I'll pay for your nails too
I saw the strippers, you ass all in Taboo
Pussy so wet like a motherfucking swimming pool
He got no money, stay the fuck from that dude
And I'm like, "Shawty, shawty" (Shawty, shawty)
Come to the spot, come and pop it, drop it
You know the way that I fucking like it
Beat up that pussy, you better not be a fighter
You walk in the room and they stop and get silent
I don't care 'bout your rumors, they just tryna copy
Baby, I just wanna tell you you're popping
Baby, I just wanna tell you you're mine
And I'm like, "Shawty, shawty" (Shawty, shawty)
Come to the spot, come and pop it, drop it
You know the way that I fucking like it
Beat up that pussy, you better not be a fighter (Yeah)
Now that I know your name, fuck it, let's do it, go jump on a plane
I brought all your friends, don't tell 'em we lame
I stay, lil' bitch, and I do not complain (Yeah)
Say what your name, man
She tryna leave and I'm telling her, "Stay here"
She going through pain, well, here go a pain pill
Just stay with me, I'll get your lil' hair done
It's not enough, I'll pay for your nails too
I saw the strippers, you ass all in Taboo
Pussy so wet like a motherfucking swimming pool
He got no money, stay the fuck from that dude
And I'm like, "Shawty, shawty" (Shawty, shawty)
Come to the spot, come and pop it, drop it
You know the way that I fucking like it
Beat up that pussy, you better not be a fighter
You walk in the room and they stop and get silent
I don't care 'bout your rumors, they just tryna copy
Baby, I just wanna tell you you're popping
Baby, I just wanna tell you you're popping
[Young Thug:]
You popping, you motherfucking popping, you popping, yeah
Shawty, shorty (Let's go), come and fuck my brodie
Blow a kiss on my dick (Mwah), she a sick bitch, she got a disorder
Pink Pardo soap at the spot, bitch, I ain't got no odor (Facts)
Your lil' boyfriend ain't richer than me, I meet my quota
Turn off the lights (Turn off), freaky shit, I'm coming in (Let's go)
If you got pain from your past, take this ecstacy then (That's G6)
You ride with the best (Ride), go G6 on a jet
You go Louis Vuitton on your breast, and Elliantte on your chest
Tell shawty, shawty, come to the spot, come and pop it, pop it
You know the way that I like it, beat up that pussy, you better not be a fighter
You walk in the room, it get brighter, go VVS stone on lighters
I'm just tryna tell you you're popping, baby, I'm just tryna tell you you're popping
[HittMan:]
And I'm like, "Shawty, shawty" (Shawty, shawty)
Come to the spot, come and pop it, drop it
You know the way that I fucking like it
Beat up that pussy, you better not be a fighter
You walk in the room and they stop and get silent
I don't care 'bout your rumors, they just tryna copy
Baby, I just wanna tell you you're popping
Baby, I just wanna tell you you're mine
And I'm like, "Shawty, shawty" (Shawty, shawty)
Come to the spot, come and pop it, drop it
You know the way that I fucking like it
Beat up that pussy, you better not be a fighter
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mixtape:
"Slime Language 3" (2026)
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