Biografia:
Jeffery Lamar Williams,[1] mais conhecido profissionalmente como Young Thug, é um rapper americano. Conhecido por seu não convencional estilo vocal, moda e por seu estilo de vida, ele recebeu pela primeira vez a atenção por suas colaborações com rappers do sul, tais como Rich Homie Quan, Birdman , Waka Flocka Flame, T.I. e Gucci Mane. Ele assinou um contrato com a gravadora de Gucci Mane, a 1017 Records no início de 2013[2] e no final daquele ano ele lançou sua primeira mixtape "1017 Thug"
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[Intro: Young Thug]
Em
Uh
Uh
DJ Carnage times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?
Em
Thugger times DJ Carnage, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin' nigga?
Ya dig? Ya dig?
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Db
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
Db
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
Db
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
Db
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Db
Player, oh you the homie
Db
If you didn't tell then you the homie
Db
If you got bail, then you the homie
Db
If you not stale, then you the homie
Db
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Db
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
Db
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
Db
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Db
Put that fuckboy on the newspaper
In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
Fuck nigga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
Db
Boy, you gon' turn him into an angel?
Fuck yeah, turn him to an angel
Db
Don't come around with the anger
You know everybody having bangers
db
If a pussy nigga play with me
Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
Db
I can get you whacked real easy
You are not a Power Ranger, you a stranger
Db
Pussy nigga you're no danger
Gangster bitch with me, she'll spank ya
Db
Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger
She'll close range ya, hah
Db
Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga slow it down
RIP to Troupe, pour it out
Db
They want me dead but I can't ever die
They livin' false, but I can never lie
Db
Mob baby, baby I got ties
Db
I want chicken wings on the side
Ab
You got higher dreams when you fly
Db
Until then you're never near the sky
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Db
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
Ab
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
Db
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
Db
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Db
Player, oh you the homie
Ab
If you didn't tell then you the homie
Ab
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Db
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
Db
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Db
You was the plug, then you the homie
You never tell, then you the homie
Db
You know it's nothin' but shooters on me
Them niggas know and never movin' on me
Db
I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
Look like I got the computers on me
Db
I'ma get back at your stupid ass
We gon' whack you to better the sooner homie
Db
I be fucking your Wednesday crush
I'm with that bitch and she droolin' on me
Db
All of that shit be made up
I'm poppin' and they makin' up rumors on me
Db
She gon' jump on this dick and manuever on me
I'ma cut her a check and she gon' do it for me
Db
Even though my lil' bitches be used to money
Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money nigga, woah
[Bridge: Young Thug]
Db
I took the bales out in the rainy weather
This a eight passeng' jet, this is not propeller
Db
I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, German Sheppard, uh
Db
Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready to Bobby, Whitney
Db
Can't let you go outside, I just cannot let you dig it
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Db
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
Ab
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
Db
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
Db
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Db
Player, oh you the homie
Ab
If you didn't tell then you the homie
Ab
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Db
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
Db
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
[Outro: Young Thug]
Db
Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'?
Db
With some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch
Db
Know what I'm sayin', with my tattoos on my toes too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'?
Db
Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all hundreds
Db
Blue cheese, no ranch
Db
How you dig that, know what I'm sayin'
Db
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
N.C.
With a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel
It's YSL slime shit
You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it
Em
Uh
Uh
DJ Carnage times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?
Em
Thugger times DJ Carnage, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin' nigga?
Ya dig? Ya dig?
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Db
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
Db
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
Db
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
Db
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Db
Player, oh you the homie
Db
If you didn't tell then you the homie
Db
If you got bail, then you the homie
Db
If you not stale, then you the homie
Db
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Db
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
Db
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
Db
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Db
Put that fuckboy on the newspaper
In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
Fuck nigga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
Db
Boy, you gon' turn him into an angel?
Fuck yeah, turn him to an angel
Db
Don't come around with the anger
You know everybody having bangers
db
If a pussy nigga play with me
Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
Db
I can get you whacked real easy
You are not a Power Ranger, you a stranger
Db
Pussy nigga you're no danger
Gangster bitch with me, she'll spank ya
Db
Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger
She'll close range ya, hah
Db
Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga slow it down
RIP to Troupe, pour it out
Db
They want me dead but I can't ever die
They livin' false, but I can never lie
Db
Mob baby, baby I got ties
Db
I want chicken wings on the side
Ab
You got higher dreams when you fly
Db
Until then you're never near the sky
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Db
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
Ab
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
Db
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
Db
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Db
Player, oh you the homie
Ab
If you didn't tell then you the homie
Ab
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Db
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
Db
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Db
You was the plug, then you the homie
You never tell, then you the homie
Db
You know it's nothin' but shooters on me
Them niggas know and never movin' on me
Db
I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
Look like I got the computers on me
Db
I'ma get back at your stupid ass
We gon' whack you to better the sooner homie
Db
I be fucking your Wednesday crush
I'm with that bitch and she droolin' on me
Db
All of that shit be made up
I'm poppin' and they makin' up rumors on me
Db
She gon' jump on this dick and manuever on me
I'ma cut her a check and she gon' do it for me
Db
Even though my lil' bitches be used to money
Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money nigga, woah
[Bridge: Young Thug]
Db
I took the bales out in the rainy weather
This a eight passeng' jet, this is not propeller
Db
I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, German Sheppard, uh
Db
Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready to Bobby, Whitney
Db
Can't let you go outside, I just cannot let you dig it
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Db
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
Ab
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
Db
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
Db
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Db
Player, oh you the homie
Ab
If you didn't tell then you the homie
Ab
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Db
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
Db
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
[Outro: Young Thug]
Db
Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'?
Db
With some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch
Db
Know what I'm sayin', with my tattoos on my toes too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'?
Db
Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all hundreds
Db
Blue cheese, no ranch
Db
How you dig that, know what I'm sayin'
Db
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
N.C.
With a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel
It's YSL slime shit
You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it
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