Tabernacle Songtext
von Young Thug

KE on the track
Saga babe
Love a motherfucking saga babe
Yeah, thot, thot, thot, babe, hey

Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches
I don′t need no bitch, I gon' still get all my riches
I′m with these C's, firing shots out to Glizzy
I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
I′m like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I′m like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I′m live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I′m live from the tabernacle, hey


Young Thug, got plenty of drugs
I'm friendly without me mug
I′m with my crew, we'll fuck you up
Can't keep me in trouble
I′ma up in Los Vegas, I need hoes, gotta call her double
A-all my young niggas shit, they fallin′ off fast, yes sir, I love her
Act like we on the move, and knock on the money yes sir, I'm a cover
Yes you make our hand shoes bag
Bi-bitch, you know they custom
Thug-thuggr, baby
T-H-U-G-G-R, kiss a nigga bitch perfect, no CPR
Old hunnids up on me, DVR
Bitch seen them bands less, A-J-A-R

Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches
I don′t need no bitch, I gon' still get my riches
I′m with these C's, firing shots out to Glizzy
I′m true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I′m like woah, woah, woah, woah, I′m live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I′m live from the tabernacle


We don't shoot buckshot, we like them slugs
Everybody die tonight, bitch except for us
And you know I′m not a crip
But I gave that bitch a C so she suck my cock
You know when I'm mad it′s a set line for your bitch today
But a .40 extendo needs skinny jeans, no bitch and lil' body
My all out players say if you play
Cah him gon' leave more stains than the OJ murder scene
Pullin′, pullin′ up extra clean
I can't do no tug of war lil′ nigga, you not in my league
There is no comparison, you're a real rat like master splinter
I′m not Gucci, burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
That's the sound of my trunk, I got birds inside of there, yeah

Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches
I don′t need no bitch, I gon' still get my riches
I'm with these C′s, firing shots out to Glizzy
I′m true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I′m like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I′m live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I′m live from the tabernacle

Thot, thot, babe, thot, thot, babe
Th-thot, thot, babe, thot, thot, babe
Thot, thot, babe, thot, thot, babe