Biography:
Jeffery Williams, better known by his stage name Young Thug (also uses the name "SEX!!" and was briefly known as "Jeffery"), is an American rapper from Atlanta, Georgia who is signed to Gucci Mane's 1017 Brick Squad Records, Asylum Records and Atlantic Records. Thug grew to prominence in 2013 after releasing his mixtape 1017 Thug to positive critical reception. He has collaborated with artists such as Gucci Mane, Young Scooter, Rich Homie Quan and Waka Flocka Flame.
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[Intro]
Em C G D
[Verse 1]
Em C
I want that pussy in a Wraith
G
I'ma make sure lil' mama feel it
D Em
Every eyeball that look at me, she wanna kill it
C G
We make love, it be hot just like a skillet
D Em
I don't wanna buy her love, I wanna build it
C G
Build that bitch up from the ground, never want tear that bitch down
D
Yeah, you know that this dick ain't no clown
Em
You know this dick make you make sounds
C
I fuck that bitch good, I don't tease her
G
Nigga, that why she not leavin'
D
And you know that I smoke on that kush, no Khalifa
Em
And I do it for my people
C G D
Yeah, I never ever met a girl like you
Em
I'm lovin' every single curve about you
C G
Ooh, you know I would smoke the whole world, 'bout you
D Em
Put on my suit, go get my boots, I'll go to jail 'bout you
C
You know who you with
G
Lil' baby stop playin', darlin', you know who you with
G
You know who you with
D
Man I'm so for real
Em
I copped you a coupe baby, I'ma chauffeur it
C G
Man I'm so for real these niggas be talkin', we bust it so for real
D Em
I'm so geeked up on your lovin' I don't need no mollies, so for real
C
Behind closed doors it gets drastic
G
Pussy wet, I done worked magic
D
Yeah, I am the truth so don't answer
Em
Yeah, I shoot our vids and they plastic
C G D
Yeah, I only call lil' mama baby when she say daddy
[Chorus]
Em C
If that's your man, you better hold him down
G D
Murder she wrote
Em C
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
G
And she was popular way before me
D Em C
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me
G D
I swear to God she wanna feel it
Em C
When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
G
I wanna hit it when I feel it
D
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Em
Make me feel it, make me feel it
C
Make me feel it, make me feel it
G
Oh, I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
D
I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
Em
Baby, I'll give you head, give me ceilings
C
Come here bae, I'm appealin'
G
I'm locked down, all metal
D
Horseshoe, True Religion
Em
I'm dabbin', I'm dabbin'
C
I'll hop in your car, and I'll smash it, I'll smash it
G
I'm buyin' gold Rollies, yeah I'm Trinidad-in'
D
They look like they don't wanna fuck, but they actin'
Em
I'm pourin' up purple, that purple, yeah, Actavis
C G D
And I think I'm tough, you look tough, so let's clash it
Em
War ready, I'm goin' steady
C
I fuck with Keisha, not the one from Belly
G
I wanna fuck and not talk and I said it
D
I want that cat like a leopard
Em
Let's go to Germany, no Shepherd
C
She don't need no hand, I'ma help her
G
She barely keep it so I kept her
D
Watch me tell her
[Chorus]
Em C
If that's your man, you better hold him down
G D
Murder she wrote
Em C
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
G
And she was popular way before me
D Em C
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me
G D
I swear to God she wanna feel it
Em C
When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
G
I wanna hit it when I feel it
D
Yeah, yeah
Em C G D
[Verse 1]
Em C
I want that pussy in a Wraith
G
I'ma make sure lil' mama feel it
D Em
Every eyeball that look at me, she wanna kill it
C G
We make love, it be hot just like a skillet
D Em
I don't wanna buy her love, I wanna build it
C G
Build that bitch up from the ground, never want tear that bitch down
D
Yeah, you know that this dick ain't no clown
Em
You know this dick make you make sounds
C
I fuck that bitch good, I don't tease her
G
Nigga, that why she not leavin'
D
And you know that I smoke on that kush, no Khalifa
Em
And I do it for my people
C G D
Yeah, I never ever met a girl like you
Em
I'm lovin' every single curve about you
C G
Ooh, you know I would smoke the whole world, 'bout you
D Em
Put on my suit, go get my boots, I'll go to jail 'bout you
C
You know who you with
G
Lil' baby stop playin', darlin', you know who you with
G
You know who you with
D
Man I'm so for real
Em
I copped you a coupe baby, I'ma chauffeur it
C G
Man I'm so for real these niggas be talkin', we bust it so for real
D Em
I'm so geeked up on your lovin' I don't need no mollies, so for real
C
Behind closed doors it gets drastic
G
Pussy wet, I done worked magic
D
Yeah, I am the truth so don't answer
Em
Yeah, I shoot our vids and they plastic
C G D
Yeah, I only call lil' mama baby when she say daddy
[Chorus]
Em C
If that's your man, you better hold him down
G D
Murder she wrote
Em C
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
G
And she was popular way before me
D Em C
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me
G D
I swear to God she wanna feel it
Em C
When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
G
I wanna hit it when I feel it
D
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Em
Make me feel it, make me feel it
C
Make me feel it, make me feel it
G
Oh, I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
D
I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
Em
Baby, I'll give you head, give me ceilings
C
Come here bae, I'm appealin'
G
I'm locked down, all metal
D
Horseshoe, True Religion
Em
I'm dabbin', I'm dabbin'
C
I'll hop in your car, and I'll smash it, I'll smash it
G
I'm buyin' gold Rollies, yeah I'm Trinidad-in'
D
They look like they don't wanna fuck, but they actin'
Em
I'm pourin' up purple, that purple, yeah, Actavis
C G D
And I think I'm tough, you look tough, so let's clash it
Em
War ready, I'm goin' steady
C
I fuck with Keisha, not the one from Belly
G
I wanna fuck and not talk and I said it
D
I want that cat like a leopard
Em
Let's go to Germany, no Shepherd
C
She don't need no hand, I'ma help her
G
She barely keep it so I kept her
D
Watch me tell her
[Chorus]
Em C
If that's your man, you better hold him down
G D
Murder she wrote
Em C
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
G
And she was popular way before me
D Em C
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me
G D
I swear to God she wanna feel it
Em C
When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
G
I wanna hit it when I feel it
D
Yeah, yeah
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