Young Thug - Pacifier (Lyrics)

[Verse 1] Cut-scene, I wanna nut in this place

And I know she liked a nigga taste, I can see it in her face

Now don’t make me a cute little Christian, I don’t feel like Ma$e

Ride for a nigga, step inside the house got my mental erased

I ain’t tryna roll no dice, I just wanna make it right

When I fuck her I’mma turn up, turn her over

Turn her, turn her like Ike

I’m on the burner, on the burner, still concerned her

Shit ain’t steak like a burger, or nothing

Mortified, I need a Pope, need a gardener, or something

Better yet watch a

[Hook] Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier

Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier

Shake your rumidi bum bum

Bleed the block, bleed the rock

Bleed the bumbaclot rock, bleed the cops

Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed

[Verse 2] Bad lil bitch with some bad lil tits

Need to put a little hip in it

Damn, climbing up the pole because she put a little split in it

If I whip the dope up I’mma put a little whip in it

When I whip the dope I’m lookin’ to break my wrist the way I’m spinnin’ it

Gotta a bad little date, swear to God I got a bad little date

Young Thugger Scrappy!? Okay!

Bought the little bitch a black mink like George of the Jungle, she’s an ape

And I don’t care not what they say, I eat that dinner plate

Nigga hotter than the summer, still catch a player in the street

I’mma catch your momma, then I might just fuck your momma

All because I made jam of the week

MTV your livin’, stop that like they stop my digits for some odd reason I never end up weak

I sell Miley Cyrus, ain’t no meeting Miley Cyrus

You get Miley Cyrus can’t eat nothing for weeks

So pass me a money new

[Hook] Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier

Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier

Shake your rumidi bum bum

Bleed the block, bleed the rock

Bleed the bumbaclot rock, bleed the cops

Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed

[Verse 3] I didn’t (?)

Nigga livin’ life so fly and it’s a crime scene

I don’t ball for decoration bitch I’m tryna eat

Niggas sit inside the trenches, all my couch bleed

All the niggas diamonds going dumb like an Arnold Schwarzenegger

Nah it ain’t Drake but my community gated

Niggas fall in love cause they communities hated

Bet the community ain’t hatin’ if they were atin’

Oops I mean eatin’

My niggas eat for no reason, they feast for no reason

I do not got on no mink but I’m beastin’

I swear to God bitch I’m beastin’

And I’mma pull up in the 9-11

Then I’m pullin’ back up in the Drophead

Make her drop pants

Make the bitch drop dead

When it come to this shit, I’mma Pro, no Ked

Drinkin’ on this Easter pink, I feel like an egg

Attracted to these drugs, I feel like a fuckin’ fed

And I know you ain’t bout that, but I’m bout that

Where the fuck the Sprite at?

It’s a baby bottle, not a

[Hook] Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier

Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier

Shake your rumidi bum bum

Bleed the block, bleed the rock

Bleed the bumbaclot rock, bleed the cops

Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed

[Bridge] The streets ain’t ready, yeeaaaa

All your bitches want a piece of me

I swear to God these hoes want a piece of mink

Whooo, (?) nigga think he want piece of me

No you don’t want a piece

You not ready you need you a

[Hook] Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier

Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier

Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier