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Young Thug - Fifth Day Dead [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Producer
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Producer
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Joba Aladeselu
Joba Aladeselu
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Samuel Reyes
Samuel Reyes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tanner Schmiedl
Tanner Schmiedl
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Ooh, no)
Yeah (Ooh, no)
Yeah (Ooh, no)
Yeah, yeah (Ooh, no)
Tell me (Ooh, no)
Say (Ooh, no)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Moncler coat 'cause I'm the coldest out
I had twenty thousand pints sealed in a drought
12 bend the corner, me and the dogs gettin' out
Got twenty-seven colors, this Versace couch
I got it from Birdman out of his Miami spot
I told that bitch don't call me, she a Miami thot
They hate to see you racking, big gold Pateks, rose gold
White diamonds on my wrist just like my main bitch toes
I cut the top off of the Benz, that's when it was cold
I got a lot of thots, but got respect for my hoes
I got a lot of spots to recess for all my kids in the back
Playgrounds galore for teachers askin' why all of 'em brats
[Chorus]
Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I told it to my dawgs, I taught 'em fish
Fuck over opps, they can't see shit like this
I fucked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days, and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin' on Wock', this ain't no red
[Verse 2]
Passport shawty, I can take this bitch places
High heel Chanel, oh, she rockin' big aces
A pussy **** wish that he could trade places
I told a ****, "You must be kidding, I'm goin' Maison"
I called my watch stupid 'cause the time froze
One-fifty for my tooth and when I find hoes
My **** smoke Biscotti, not the pinecone
My **** Jimbo did a dime, now he back home
I been countin' money all night long
I told my dawgs we can't fall off no more
I used to walk down, I'm buyin' out the store
Her body was natural, now she plastic, she a Barbie
[Chorus]
Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I told it to my dawgs, I taught 'em fish
Fuck over opps, they can't see shit like this
I fucked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days, and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin' on Wock', this ain't no red
[Outro]
Yeah (Ooh, no)
Yeah (Ooh, no)
Yeah (Ooh, no)
Yeah, yeah (Ooh, no)
Tell me (Ooh, no)
Say (Ooh, no)
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Andrew Watt, Jeffery Williams, Louis Bell
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