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That Bag Lyrics feat. Hustle Gang, Young Thug, T.I., Young Dro & Trev Case





(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 1: Young Thug)
I was just poppin my sh*t
I was just fucking on your b*tch, oh ya
Ni**a hatin but they won’t say nothing (ye, ye)
Ni**a talking but they ain’t spray nothing (brr)
I’m poppin pills sh*t and I can take your b*tch
I’m on a high horse, I got em round a bench (what)
I’m half against sh*t and who the hell is this?
I got a lot of water we can paddle it
Big sh*t poppin you know luscious topping, ey
I’m from Texas, Houston with a lot of water down
Look what I just started, ey
And there’s no disrespect, but I’m at a ni**a neck
If they ever try to check, If they ever try to press
I’ma cop the big bag and get wet

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 2: T. I.)
Okay, kick more sh*t than a little bit
Spend a big bank roll on a little b*tch
And I don’t wanna see that it ain’t worth a hundred G
Cuz I ain’t interested in the bullsh*t
Live in (?), I did what you all to my ni**a
Where I’m from, get killed how you talk
In the minute, my ni**as remind you of O’Dog (?)
Ain’t got no braids but still got them extensions
Extensions, extensions, extensions, extensions
Ahead on the focal, gon handle their business
I’m triple OG and still in my 30’s
Still in these streets and still riding dirty
And I don’t want your b*tch in for pu**y for real
No willing for me
Lil Dukey show, say I got you know he do with retail
Don’t fuck, bring that back, I mean I’m in a hurry

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 3: Young Dro)

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2




Stream: T.I.’s Hustle Gang Album “We Want Smoke”





T.I.‘s Hustle Gang compilation album We Want Smoke is finally here and you can stream and download it on iTunes/Apple Music.

The 17-track album was originally slated for a September release but was pushed to October 13th. The project is the first compilation work from T.I.’s army of artists, but he also includes a few guest verses from some fellow Atlanta emcees like B.O.B. and Young Thug. The project serves to get the hip-hop community familiarized with Hustle Gang artists including Yung Booke, Rara, Brandon Rossi, Tokyo Jetz, GFMBRYYCE, and Translee.

“We had to reassemble and restructure ourselves as a unit,” T.I. said in an interview with XXL. “You know, we had to make several adjustments within the executive staff as well as the artist roster and now we feel confident in the collection of artists we have right now. We’re incredibly proud to present this new crop of artists.”

Stream and download Hustle Gang new album We Want Smoke on iTunes/Apple Music below.

See We Want Smoke tracklist:

1. Want Smoke (feat. London Jae, Yung Booke, Dro & T.I.)
2. Friends (feat. T.I., Rara, Brandon Rossi, Tokyo Jetz, Trae tha Truth & Young Dro)
3. Game 7 (feat. T.I., Brandon Rossi & Rara)
4. That Bag (feat. Young Thug, T.I., Young Dro & Trev Case)
5. Trappin On Forgis (feat. T.I., Lex, Trae tha Truth & London Jae)
6. Go Off (feat. B.o.B, T.I., Yung Booke, Tokyo Jetz, Trae tha Truth & Young Dro)
7. So High (feat. Peanut da Don, London Jae, Young Dro & T.I.)
8. Gateway (feat. Translee, Yung Booke, Tokyo Jetz & Ink)
9. My Block (feat. T.I., London Jae, Young Dro, B.o.B & 5ive Mics)
10. Do No Wrong (feat. GFMBRYYCE, Young Dro & T.I.)
11. Still Young (feat. B.o.B, Translee & T.I.)
12. Talk My S**t (feat. Peanut da Don, Trae tha Truth & Young Dro)
13. Who Gone Check Me (feat. GFMBRYYCE, Translee, Yung Booke, Young Dro & T.I.)
14. Sometimes (feat. T.I. & Young Dro)
15. Weight (feat. Translee, Trae tha Truth, Tokyo Jetz, Kim Minnis & Young Dro)
16. Roll the Dice (feat. Rara, GFMBRYYCE, Translee & Brandon Rossi)
17. Trenches Reloaded (feat. Peanut da Don & T.I.)


Watch Chris Brown Ft. Future & Young Thug “High End” Video



Chris Brown takes Friday the 13th to a whole new level in his new video “High End” featuring Future and Young Thug.

This is another cut where Breezy takes on the directing mantle with the help of Spiff TV. The video Halloween-themed video features Chris Brown as a zombie and Future as a very rich ghost wearing Balenciaga and riding around in a Rolls-Royce. The clips start out with Brown rising up out of the grave to perform some dance moves that will take you all the way back to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller.”

Young Thug was more of a Jack The Ripper type character where he was killing zombies and beheading people. You can find cameos from Fabolous, Trey Songz, and Teyana Taylor. Breezy ensured that he gave viewers a disclaimer for the scary video. “This film and its contents do not inherently convey or praise any kind of occult,” the disclaimer reads.”

Chris Brown is currently getting ready to release his new album “Heartbreak on a Full Moon” and this single “High End” is the latest track off the project. You will also find a bunch of other previously released singles including “Privacy,” “Questions,” “Grass Ain’t Greener,” and “Party.”


Young Thug On The Gram Begging Fiance Jerrika To Take Him Back


Young Thug is begging his fiance Jerrika Karlae on the Gram to take him back.

Thugger seems like he is having some regrets about cheating on his fiance Jerrika who dumped him for allegedly having an affair with several women including an upcoming female rapper name Amy Luciani. The Atlanta rapper never denied the cheating allegations and at least one of the females have been blasting Jerrika on social media in a heated back-and-forth this week.

“Bae give me a chance I promise I won’t mess up no more,” Young Thug said. “Everybody tell her to give me one chance, tell her to give me one more chance and I promise I won’t mess up ever again. Thugger also said that it wasn’t his fault why he cheated and a lot of people used his phone. “It wasn’t even my fault man like six ni*** be using that phone man and all that stuff man,” he added.

Jerrika Karlae has revealed on Instagram that she is single after exposing some of the women that Young Thug allegedly cheated on her with. “The race is to the one that endures to the end #single,” she wrote. This is not the first time that the pair has broken up over allegations of infidelity. They have been engaged since last year and there are no words yet on when they were set to get married. Jerrika posted a photo of herself yesterday still wearing her engagement ring despite revealing that she is a single woman.

Young Thug was arrested in Atlanta last month for drugs and guns and is facing possible felony charges. Cops say they pulled over the rapper in Brookhaven, Georgia for having window tints that were too dark. The police report revealed that cops smell marijuana in the vehicle and conducted a search where they found a small quantity of the drug in the car. Cops also recovered two handguns, but Thug was traveling with two other men at the time.

From the desk of #YoungThug

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Young Thug and Fiance Jerrika Karlae Split Over Cheating


Young Thug and his fiance Jerrika Karlae have broken up once again over some cheating.

For a while now, Thugger and Karlae have been going strong with the “Good Times” rapper regularly shouting her out on Instagram, especially since giving her a giant engagement ring last year. Seems there are now a lot of trouble in paradise because Jerrika has been ranting on social media all week and even exposing more than one women who she claimed that Young Thug has been cheating with. Whats even more damning is that one of the females is her best friend.

Jerrika Karlae even called one of the women a dude. Turns out that the women aren’t denying the cheating allegations either, because after they found out that they were being exposed to millions on social media, they started clapping back. One of the female who Thug has been creeping with, Amy Luciani, shot back saying that she is no dude and she is not a side piece either. She even went as far as to say that Jerrika is also one of Young Thug’s side chicks.

“Let’s be clear,” she said. “I’m no side chick. People are so quick to jump to what the media puts out. What this little troll did was really petty. I won’t speak bad on Young Thug because he’s a great guy however I will say you can’t TAKE what you didn’t have. Now on a higher note. Everybody have a splendid day Don’t believe the hype. If I wanted attention I could’ve been exposed things. It’s not that serious #loyalty.”

Jerrika Karlae seems to be trying to put all the drama behind her and even announced that she is single. “The race is to the one that endures to the end #single,” she wrote on Instagram yesterday.

(SWIPE) #Part3 Aye…it's early and the tea is hot ???? One of the girls cheating with #YoungThug brought herself to light! #ChileListen (see earlier posts)

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Oop! ? #Part4 : #AmyLuciani (One of #YoungThug 's alleged mistresses) is still coming for Thug's fiancé #jerrikakarlae !

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Young Thug Arrested Charged With Felony Drug & Gun Possession


Young Thug is facing a mountain of new legal problems that could send him to prison or at the very least earn him some probation time.

The Atlanta rapper was pulled over in Brookhaven, Georgia yesterday. TMZ reported that cops searched his Maybach after smelling marijuana and came up with a small quantity of the drug, two guns and $50,000 cash. Young Thug is currently sitting in a jail cell awaiting his first court hearing where he will know his fate.

So far we know that he has been charged with felony drug possession and could see more charges being tacked on for felony gun possession. There were two other men in the car with, so that could work in his favor if those two men take the fall for him. Cops say that they pulled him over because of tinted windows.

Back in January, an arrest warrant was issued for Young Thug’s arrest for a no-show in court for a window tint case. In April, he also dodged charges for allegedly slapping a female outside of a nightclub in Atlanta. So for the entire year, he has been dealing with legal troubles and this new round just adds to more problems for Jefferey.

Young Thug has a new mixtape out now titled “Young Martha” with DJ Carnage. The project was released on September 22 and features guest appearances from Meek Mill and Shakka. He is also working on a new album due later this year, so this time behind bars is likely slowing down the production process. Earlier this month, Thugger teased a new single with Future on Instagram that will be featured on his upcoming album. He didn’t reveal the title of the track, but it sounds like its fire. Thug also has a hot new single “Pere” with Nigerian pop star Davido and Rae Sremmurd out now.


We ball – Meek Mill feat. Young Thug lyrics


Lyrics Meek Mill – We ball

When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherf*ckin’ f*ck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its gon’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clearport ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
Cause this the type of money’ll get your lined up.(we ball)

And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout it
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model
I hope the Lord got us.

When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
Kicking sh*t with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m going through stuff
I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers versuri-lyrics.info
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayyy.

F*ck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
F*ck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it wasn’t that bad (f*ck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
F*ck it, we ball
Yeah, f*ck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
F*ck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayyy.
Meek Mill lyrics
Video ball


Diplo feat. Young Thug, Rich The Kid & Rich Chigga – Bank Roll (Rich Chigga Remix) Lyrics


(Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll

(Post Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll

(Verse 1 – Rich Chigga)
Yeah, uh
Bankroll city pay slow
Everybody on the payroll under control
Every twenty minutes change clothes
My boy post only…when I say go if you say so, uh
Run up in the scene in my tight jean shorts
Looking like a pimp but I got one hoe
Try to shut me up and I say hell no
Never switching up, only switch up flows

Bling blau, honey on the carousel
She get looking at me now
And she hit me when in town
She thirsty like she in a drought
Does she want to f**k no doubt
Living life like a king
I ain’t even got a crown, ay
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Hold up b**h I got hundred thousand in my pillow case
You can try me run it with the Nike
But you’ll never do it in my pace
Hundred racks, hundred racks
Hold up hoe, this is my first time in the States
My aura so bright but my bars so dark
You would think ??

(Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll

(Post Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll

(Verse 2 – Rich The Kid)
Walk in with a pocket full of broccoli
Bi**h, I’m rich like I hit the f**king lottery, what!?
Started in the trap with an elbow-elbow
Hit a split on the d**k for a bankroll
I was riding in a Masi, me and Diplo
Tell your bi**h get low like a 64
I don’t play no games, Nintendo
Rollie cost a bird, hold it out the window, brrrr
I’ma make it flip like Skippa-Skippa
Got a freak every week, I can’t kiss her
Red and white Lamb like a peppermint
Bankroll in each pocket, bi**h I’m hella rich, bankroll
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Your boyfriend cuffing you like po-po, 12
Pour some more Act, moving slow-mo
You ain’t got the bankroll it’s a no go

(Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll

(Post Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll

(Verse 3 – Young Thug)
Pardon me, I’m just balling over from the sideline
Pardon your bi**h, she ain’t watching me, I’m going primetime
Rich ni**a s**t, bet the bi**h’ll jump on a ni**a d**k
Bet the bi**h’ll do it
Rich ni**a s**t, bet the bi**h I’ll jump on her clit
Drop the soap with her
She wet like a boat with her
I’ma wet her up like a cold killer
Thugger Thugger the cold ni**a
I done flipped a bird
Then I saw the bi**h pat right down on her
And I’ve been rich for the last five years
No I cannot pipe down

(Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll


Young Thug, 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa & PnB Rock – Gang Up


[Intro: PnB Rock]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz (Yeah)
I’m a villainous winner
With precision, I’m killing
Represent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Talk to the plug, every day except Cinco de Mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlor
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a Taz Angel
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do?)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, are you gon’ post that

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride ‘case for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said "Facts"
Gang, gang, gang

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up


Calvin Harris – Heatstroke (feat. Young Thug, Pharrell & Ariana Grande)


[Intro: Young Thug]
Won’t you please?
Slow it down
I’m tryna talk to you, darlin’
Tryna walk with you, darlin’
Do you hear me?
And no-no-no-no-nobody can stop it
The love you got from me
And every time, I look out at my seat today
They chase, they flash they flash, yes

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m tryna beat it up
Beat Pills right now
Athletic in the sheets
I got skills right now
Red braids, with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in that club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that bitch and spray it like ‘Raid’
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of lemonade
QB, I’ll throw it
Teeth white, Newports
I want knees, right choice
80 thousand dollar Birkin bag in the Porsche
I’m tryna fuck with you till we on life support
I’ll split it with you if we get half of Michael Jordan
No toilet tissue, I shit on niggas ’cause life’s short (facts)
No passport to go with me
I had to get deported

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Young Thug]
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time

[Refrain: Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired
Oh babe

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery!
Brand new chapter, if I read you?
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hunnid’ bottles in the club, real one room
Girl you gotta keep up with a boss move
King of the jungle, tycoon
Everybody thinking that it’s a cartoon
We just wanna party, we back in the war room
Do you want some? No I don’t sir
Tryna watch me balling, do you want money?
I’m just tryna turn up, tryna work something
Shawty suck the dick, but she wanna fuck it first
Hey Mister? You a rapper
Good hair, got a bad ass
Rich nigga, I like ’em ratchet
Fuck it up, throw it back
No shave, Brazilian waxed

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Young Thug]
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time

[Refrain: Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired
When you do things like this
And you set me free, boy
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired

[Outro: Pharrell Williams & Ariana Grande]
Hey, hey this one make me so naughty
I think you opened my eyes


Heatstroke – Calvin Harris feat. Young Thug lyrics


Lyrics Calvin Harris – Heatstroke

I’m trying to talk to you darling
Trying to pull with you darling
But you hit me.(heatstroke)

Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m trying to beat it up versuri-lyrics.info
Beat pills right now
Athletic in the sheets
I got skills right now
Red hair, with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in the club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that b*tch and spray it like raid
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of Lemonade.

Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time.

When you look things like this, you set me free
How come everyone gets tired?
When you look…

Brand new trap
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hundred bottles in the club real ..
Girl you gotta keep up with a ..
Calvin Harris lyrics
Video Calvin Harris


Trap trap trap – Rick Ross feat. Young Thug lyrics


Lyrics Rick Ross – Trap trap trap

I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap trap trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap trap trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap.

First one on the block, woah
I need mine off the top, uh
Over town, he got shot
Muddy died in Opa-locka
Couldn’t save one lung
Hit ’em up, hmm, hmm
See the look on my face (woo!)
Like Carol City one state
Niggas hate on my sound
‘Til I went the first round
Then I earnt the Lombardi
Ain’t no f*ckboys allowed
Only f*ck if she exclusive
Her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
To tell the truth I didn’t ask
When it come to b*tches I’m Gucci
I’m the wrong one to rob
In the jungle I’m Nas
In the label I’m Russ
In the trap I’m Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs
Just like Omar and Khloe
You can’t dial for the packs
I sent you right back loaded.

I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap.

I was tryna bet the whole map, Vegas, stay in the trap
Niggas talkin’ ’bout raidin’ the trap
Man I’m ’bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin’ ape shit)
Nigga watch your babies in the trap
Nigga cook a whole base in the trap
Young nigga slave in the trap
Nigga run base, base in the trap
I’m ’bout to get this shit movin’, yeah
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
I’m ’bout to get this shit cruisin’, yeah
Stand at the stove ’til you’re woozy, woozy
Let’s make a movie, movie, yeah
Movie, movie, movie versuri-lyrics.info
b*tch I’m richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
So many different meds on me
f*ck around, call the fed on me
Chk, boom boom boom your head, homie
Draco got a lot of lead on it
You dead.

I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap.

Wale though
I ain’t nothin’ like the trap niggas
Goyard backpack nigga
Uber crates ’til the feds pull up
Woo woo, cataracts, nigga
I’m the type, holla at the wife
Her body yours, but her soul is mine
Adios, do a hundred 20
All she want is good d*ck and advice
Wraith, scrappin’ my tires
Jameson ’til I’m fried
Famous here but I’m humble
Double M the Empire
Renzel got me all day
Kyrie, he LeBron James
Tired niggas say Folarin ain’t top SportsCenter every day
I ain’t nothin’ like them trap guys
I mean I kinda do bag dimes
I kinda never do back down
Leave a nigga high via rap lines
Get a beat, leave it baptized
Mob ties, but it’s black lives
Black lives, nigga, trap lives
Gimme five on the black side.

I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap trap trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap trap trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trappp.
Rick Ross lyrics
Video Rick Ross


Fetti – Yung Ralph feat. Young Thug lyrics


Lyrics Yung Ralph – Fetti

Hey yo man, we got Juug motherf*ckin’ man
We got the Thugger Thugger, we got Lil Uzi.(fetti)

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

I’m bout to stop f*ckin’ with niggas I know ain’t with it
(f*ck em)
You lil f*ck niggas is momma boys, go suck a titty (b*tch!)
f*ck it, I cop a new ride and
I pick up some hoes in the city (skrrt!)
Mollies on person, you know I get nerf in it, freaky
No barbaric b*tch, I got on some Burberry
I keep them blue Benjamins on me for credit
If you go on this move you might get you a slice like a deli
Big choppers, I got lots of bullets and trailers
I’m a big dog, I’m a big dog
Be with my boy, pina colada
I am a tiger, f*ck a Mufasa
I shit like a diaper, I’m never gon’ wife her
Swear, swear, I’m never gon’ wife her
I catch her the bed and I f*ck out the lights
I swear I’m in Europe, but I don’t got Facetime, baby girl, we can Skype.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

Yeah, why your b*tch on me? Yeah
Yeah, all of my boxers be Tommy
Don’t run up on me ya’ll
My little b*tch is a gangster, she tote that .40 ya’ll
Drive that foreign like a Chevy, envy Thugger and Young Fetty
Yeah, I’m countin’ all that fetti, nowadays my jewelry heavy
Ya I’m rockin’ on designer clothes
Ya nowadays sharin’ my hoes
Ya everyday hear bout this dough
Just in case you didn’t know
I had your b*tch on my phone
Little nigga now you know
Pull up right there on your block
You know Thugger got the pole, yeah
Now I be gettin’ the knots
Lil Uzi rockin’ them shows yahh
Countin’ fetti, not a rapper
Treat the game like rock and roll ya.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fettiii
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet it.

Gucci and Louie come straight out the box
I play with Fetti but my name ain’t Wap
Hop out that truck and I hop in the drop
Hit from the back but I love her on top
What would you do for the cash?
Care what you do for the cash
I’m talkin’ that money with Thugger right now while we thumb through a bag
Still on the block, yeah I still do that work
Still movin’ snow and that purp
Niggas own G’s, oh don’t play with the air, killer put a hole in your shirt
Hit a nigga where it hurt
I’ma get her out her skirt
Shoot an uzi by my nigga Uzi in the winter time ridin’ vert’
Diamonds flashin’ like an ambulance
In the bank doin’ the money dance
Overseas with a foreign b*tch, she red for me, gotta get a tan
What would you do for this paper baby?
Still screamin’ f*ck a hater baby
I’m the Cavs, you the Lakers baby
Gated cribs sit on acres baby, Juug.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fettiii, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet ittt.
Yung Ralph lyrics
Video Ralph


Bit bak – Birdman feat. Young Thug lyrics


Lyrics Birdman – Bit bak

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

f*ck is you talkin’ bout? I pull up and talk it out
I pull out the stick yeah, make everybody walk it out
She slob on my dick yeah, she do it for the girl scout
She f*ck on my b*tch yeah, she eating my girl out
GTV til I hurl out versuri-lyrics.info
Run a plan, get swirled out
What the f*ck you so early bout
You dead broke at your girl house
I’m sellin’ out shows now, I bring out the world now
I f*ck on your girl yeah, I tear up your world yeah yeah
I’m high as the nose bleed, that gold like a trophy
White boy on a nigga team
That purple my choice of lean (yeah)
My pockets on Jimmy Dean (yeah)
My AP so clear the scene (yeah)
We big I could see and read
My fingers a couple keys yeah.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Stunna Stunna man
I bet em five hundred bands
Rich gang we the talibans
Bust through them rubber bands
I do it for my momma man
We came out the trash can
Look at me the last man
Look at me the last man standing
Maybach panoramic
That b*tch is sleepin, no xanax
f*ck em all no scamin’
I’m rich before your grandaddy
Versace Versace make em panic
The mansion made her wear the panties
She asked a nigga where the plan at?
Baking soda, whole ‘nother planet
I’m havin’ water where the Titanic?
New watch, the Titanic
I ran it up now they all hatin’ on me
Playin’ with me better put some respekt on it.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Seven day
Strip club tour
Every last one fill with bands
ATL on a Monday
Chi-Town on a Tuesday
New York on a Wednesday
En Noir on a Thursday
Miami on a Friday
Vegas on a Saturday
LA on Sunday
Rich Gang lifestyle
Type of shit we do
Rich Gang
B’s up.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Stunna Stunna man
I bet em five hundred bands
Rich gang we the talibans
Bust through them rubber bandsss.
Birdman lyrics
Video bak


Cook up – Young Scooter feat. Young Thug lyrics


Lyrics Young Scooter – Cook up

Young Scooter, yeah
Young Jeffery, yeah
You know what I’m sayin’?
I get it, I dig it, yeahhh
Let’s get it.(cook up)

I’ma keep some bands on me, yeah dawg (yeah, dawg)
I’m just tryna get my bread on (bread on)
I’m with Mally Mall and we got plenty homes (Mally Mall)
Ballin’ with my team, I don’t ball hog, hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin’ with my friends, versuri-lyrics.info
Niggas servin’ ki’s, daily
Run it up, stop callin’
Run up you some bands, nigga stop callin’
I just wrapped some birds
Servin’ out the van at that corner store
Catch me whippin’ up the bands, money callin’.

Run it up, run it up, run it up
It’ll go up and down like push ups
Ten thou’ in each pot
That’s 40 thou’ to cook up (whip)
I got Falcons and Hawks
All my birds remixed up (remix)
Chris Tucker, money talks
Play with me, get hit up (count up)
All my diamonds lit up (woo!)
Eliantte, woo (water)
I just bought a helicopter, yacht and a coupe
It ain’t got no roof (nah)
I do what bosses do (check)
I got on special made Jordans, five thousand a shoe (jugg!)
I’ma keep them bands like a drummer, dawg (jugg!)
Gave the plug to my niggas, I don’t ball hog (hog)
Yeah I got a lot of haters, but fuck all y’all (fuck ’em)
Onyx, Magic and Follie’s, done fucked all y’all (Scooter!).

I’ma keep some bands on me, yeah dawg (yeah, dawg)
I’m just tryna get my bread on (bread on)
I’m with Mally Mall and we got plenty homes (Mally Mall)
Ballin’ with my team, I don’t ball hog, hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin’ with my friends, ..
Niggas servin’ ki’s, daily
Run it up, stop callin’
Run up you some bands, nigga stop callin’
I just wrapped some birds
Servin’ out the van at that corner store
Catch me whippin’ up the bands, money callin’.

The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook uppp
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook uppp
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook uppp
You take you a pot, and you take you some folks
They cook up, they cook uppp, they cook uppp
Who cook it the best? (Slatt, slatt)
Who do it, may flush? (Do it, may flush)
Who ..
Whose diamonds is flooded?
There go 12, flush (flush)
Escape out the sheriff bus (woo)
Young nigga gettin’ rich, that’s a must
No deodorant.

I’ma keep some bands on me, yeah dawg (yeah, dawg)
I’m just tryna get my bread on (bread on)
I’m with Mally Mall and we got plenty homes (Mally Mall)
Ballin’ with my team, I don’t ball hog, hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin’ with my friends, ..
Niggas servin’ ki’s, daily
Run it up, stop callin’
Run up you some bands, nigga stop callin’
I just wrapped some birds
Servin’ out the van at that corner store
Catch me whippin’ up the bands, money callinnn’.
Young Scooter lyrics
Video up


Future – Who Lyrics


[Intro: Future]
Foreign cars everywhere
Bad bitches everywhere
Take the tool everywhere
We make this money everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
These niggas straight outta the hood
They going to Paris
That whip that we whipping exotic
These Bitches exotic on gas

(Metro Boomin want some more nigga)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
And I’m getting trailed by a foreign broad (oh)
I’m living life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y’all (oh)
Who the fuck think I’m a sucka?
Who the fuck think I won’t pull up and let loose?
(who the fuck? who the fuck?)
I got three bitches with me
I’ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon’ fuck with the crew
(buenos dias aye)
Who gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna stop me now?
Who’s gonna stop me, boy? who? (woo)
I can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes (woo)
How many times have I told you
If you don’t fuck everyone that’ll be rude? (rude)
How many times have i told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool?

[Verse 1: Future]
Check Gang
Let’s have a moment of silence for niggas
Ain’t round with us (ha, ah, ah)
Doing booking, come through (hoo)
Splash on niggas, on the gas on niggas (yea)
In Milan eating fettuccine
Front row with the fashion show niggas (hoo)
Fuck around and go buy a Lamborghini (hoo, hoo, hoo)
I’m going NASCAR on niggas (hoo, hoo)
Puffing on the la la (yea)
I’ve been the fly guy when niggas rocked IZOD
I’m moving chickens like Popeye (oh)
Old money, new money
Nigga never getting old, threw a young nigga rock (hoo)
Cooking up the raw dope right now
Cooking up the raw dope right now
Used to break down a whole ounce
Used to break down a whole ounce
I gotta weigh the money up now
It’s taking too long for me to count
Decisions, decisions
You fucking with me, that’s a head on collision
Them MACS and them TECS and the FN’s , then 9s (brr)
We hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind
Nigga this Avatar
Aye the Young Thug going Brazy
Young Thug going Brazy! (try me)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hanna Montana! Banging in red bandanas (blatt, blatt)
They wanna fuck on me
Cause I get choppas with ammo (strrt)
Niggas gon’ hate on me
Cause I’m at the top with bro though (ooh)
Head Honcho
Hold up
Kick in your mom door
Shoot with the 4 4 (five)
Hell is you doing?
Hold up, wait, I can’t breathe, nigga
Half a mil’ I done took on my street nigga (swear to god)
All white, Thug fit, I won’t eat, nigga (skrrt)
Run off with them keys, I won’t see them niggas (skrrt)
Geeked up but the money geek
I run bands up on another street
Best stylist in the world can’t dress me (no)
Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me (test me)
I keep racks and all of my niggas gon’ eat
I keep racks and all of my niggas gon’ eat (eat)
Where’s Tar? Man I need me some XANS
I just left the beach and I’m having all the sand (hey)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
And I’m getting trailed by a foreign broad (oh)
I’m living life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y’all (oh)
Who the fuck think I’m a sucka?
Who the fuck think I won’t pull up and let loose?
(who the fuck? who the fuck?)
I got three bitches with me
I’ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon’ fuck with the crew
(buenos dias aye)
Who gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna stop me now?
Who’s gonna stop me, boy? who? (woo)
I can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes (woo)
How many times have I told you
If you don’t fuck everyone that’ll be rude? (rude)
How many times have i told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool?


Internet – Lil Durk feat. Young Thug lyrics


Lyrics Lil Durk – Internet

Pus*y boy, you ain’t been a threat
Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ Rapchat
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
/You just do it for the internet./(x9)

You a killa with a gun emoji
And yo’ baby daddy been a goofy
They bossin’ over Cali, eatin’ sushi
Brown Yeezys on me, color dookie
Took a point, wanna hang me
In the trenches where I’m famous
Bank broke, that’s the same shit
Switch-a-roo that’s the same shit
Snap me threads like I’m worried ’bout ’em
Fineese his ass, got the syrup out ’em
20k for a 16
He ain’t never got a verse out ’em
The other side we ain’t worried ’bout ’em
Tell them b*tches we don’t care about ’em
Hit the bank get some bills out it
Hit the hood with Benz Matic
She wanna suck me ’til my kids fall
Cut her off like a jigsaw
Suck me up, face eggnog
‘Lil Durk but I’m a big dawg
Twitter niggas wanna kill me
Instagram wanna kill me
Snapchat wanna kill me
Periscope wanna kill me.

Pus*y boy, you ain’t been a threat
Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ Rapchat
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
/You just do it for the internet./(x9)

I’m drinkin’ Act, not no Similac
Used to be broke, you remember that
My diamonds cold like December back
In the back of the hoe like a centerback
Why would you run with the purple bag?
Man I was just riding with that loud pack
I got four hoes, I’m that type of man
Man I gotta take me a virgin
You got a fat ass, she gon’ shake it
I don’t want no fat on yo’ waist, yeahhh
You talkin’ that shit on the ‘Gram
It’s never same thing that it’s tagged me in yeah
You on Snapchat goin’ crazy
I f*ck around goin’ in brazy
Ain’t nobody seein’ yo’ Facebook
That shit movin’ slow as the Matrix
f*ck around and take her to the basement
f*ck around and blast on yo’ face, yeah
f*ck around and clear this place, yeah
f*ck around and buy my spaceship
I’m chargin’ 100 bands a date
You can invade my space, yeahhh
Tough talkin’ we ain’t in to that
(pus*y boy you ain’t been a threat).

Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ Rapchat
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
/You just do it for the internettt./(x9)
Lil Durk lyrics
Video Lil Durk


Red sox – Juvenile feat. Young Thug lyrics


Lyrics Juvenile – Red Sox

I take it, you niggas think I’m a fake
It’s all in your face, I can see ya hate
I ain’t doing good, I’m doing great
We been living in the ghetto to estates
You a pussy nigga, you ain’t gon’ relate
But these b*tches gon’ do what a nigga say
I start with A and then end with a K
I’m home these b*tches get in the way
Man, I hunt a nigga down with the choppa
Circle round this whole town like a helicopter
Down for whatever, coke, pounds or whatever
I was raised in a broken house, I know no better
Nigga put in the bag, boy you a fag
I knew my mamma very well, I ain’t know my dad
Camouflage rags up in the air
Got some soldiers over here, soldiers over there
Bust a nigga in the club, he need Obamacare
I bet I put you in the grave before your mama there
Peeling off in the Rover ya’ll saw me
Got to send ‘ em shout out to the drunkest young boy
Lil’ nigga with a trunk full of narcotic
I got every pill except an antibiotic
”S” on my chest got me feeling bionic
You can roll a nigga in paper, I’m chronic.(red sox)

H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
H-o-t Boy, nigga catch ’em Hy!-beats
I ain’t advertising but you can try hire me
Ok now throw up what you banging
If you in the hood, you need to be slanging
Nigga run it to the top, get the guap
Run it to the top, while y’all flock
Hey, I’m banging red like a Red Sox
Yeah, I’m banging red like a Red Sox.

Pussy nigga is your time to die, nigga death o’clock
Nigga, nigga i’m heating it’s a fed clock
Yeah Juvie, I say yeaaaah Juvie.

Lord Of The Ring my nigga, I’m bleedin’ I’m fiendin’ my nigga
Hey I’m fiendin’ for digits and millions
Nigga smokin’ green, racks stacked up like green tree
Living life like my new single, cash out like Charlie Sheen (cash!)
I sell collar greens, spend the profit on jelly beans
You soft nigga, jolly feet, sold many drugs, nigga gotta eat
Sneakin’ and geekin’, a pull up on weekends, I f*ck on the deacon’s daughter
The cousin, the bousin, the mother, the father
The Uncle, the aunt, I roll up a blunt
Bring out the remix of Stoner, I call it The Stunt
I won’t tell you once, we eatin’, we feastin’, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch!

H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
H-o-t Boy, nigga catch ’em Hy!-beats
I ain’t advertising but you can try me
Ok now throw up what you banging
If you in the hood, you need to be slinging
Nigga run it to the top, get the guap
Run it to the top, while y’all flock
Hey, I’m banging red like a Red Sox
Yeahhh, I’m banging red like a Red Soxxx.
Juvenile lyrics
Video sox


Pink Guy – Another Earth (Pink Season Album)


[Sample: Young Thug]
Yo yo, you heard of the new Earth that they found?
It’s a new Earth, but it’s like 10 times bigger than this earth
It’s Earth doe, it’s Earth, it looks identical, everything is the same
You ain’t heard that yet? It’s 10 times bigger than Earth, but it’s Earth
It’s another Earth, they just found, another planet
It looks just like earth doe, so they call it Earth

[Verse: Pink Guy]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug!
Ay, get it up, fuck Young Thug
Uh, eh, I said fuck Young Thug
Fuck all that bullshit
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
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Huh, fuck Young Thug
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Steph Curry with the shot, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug

[Outro: Pink Guy]
Don’t ever let me catch you around my neighborhood again
Or we gon’ have some serious problems, you fucking n-word!


Wyclef Jean – Young Thug lyrics


Lyrics Young Thug – Wyclef Jean

Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race
I told her keep going on the gas, f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’
Play with my money, I’ma let them niggas do you
Play with my money I’ma let them niggas do you
Play with my money I’ma let these niggas do you
Play with my money
Play with my, play with my money.(wyclef jean)

I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do.

Play around with my cash
End up in a body bag
In the store and then dash
Pull up, hoppin’ out a cab
She know she got a nigga bad
She know she gotta keep me back
She know I gotta keep me some cash
She know she gotta hop on top the dick
She know you gotta ride that motherf*cker
Her mama done walked in, but it’s too big
She can’t hide that motherf*cker
Even if she divided the motherf*cker
Man even if she minused the motherf*cker
Join in get demolished motherf*cker
I ain’t gon’ disguise it motherf*cker, nah
Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on DatPiff
Yeah I’m that swift, ask her and him
Yeah ask ’em, put a bone in them
Put a choker on ’em, let ’em choke and all
All my jewelry small, yeah, they got it all
Daughter sexy and my son got the broads
Spent racks on my son and his squad
Daddy boy, never play with toys
Better not play with ’em boys
New AK with them boys
New feng shui with the boys
Drippin’ all day for the boys
Bitch you ain’t ready for the boys
I’m in that Wraith homeboy
If you ever play with the boy
I’ma turn the blade on ’em boys.

I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do.

Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race (slatt)
I told her keep going on the gas f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face (slatt)
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep (slatt)
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller (slatt slatt)
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor (slatt slatt)
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’.

Nigga watch that dog
Nigga plottin’ on the boy, spot ’em
Put the target on they head, dot ’em dot ’em dot ’em
And I’m good, got a rabbit’s foot in my wallet
Tell ’em pick it, then drop it, drop it
Do some sit ups, then show your body
Got her bent up, I done took a gram of molly
Her car dented up like she rent to everybody.

I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do.

Money way longer than a Nascar race
I told her keep going on the gas f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolinnn’.(wyclef jean)
Young Thug lyrics
Video Jean


Pink Guy – Another Earth Lyrics


[Sample: Young Thug]
Yo yo, you heard of the new Earth that they found?
It’s a new Earth, but it’s like 10 times bigger than this earth
It’s Earth doe, it’s Earth, it looks identical, everything is the same
You ain’t heard that yet? It’s 10 times bigger than Earth, but it’s Earth
It’s another Earth, they just found, another planet
It looks just like earth doe, so they call it Earth

[Verse: Pink Guy]
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Uh, eh, I said fuck Young Thug
Fuck all that bullshit
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
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Pussy ass bitch
Huh, fuck Young Thug
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Pussy ass bitch come get a nut or butt
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Skrt skrt, Hongkong, skrt skrt
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Steph Curry with the shot, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug

[Outro: Pink Guy]
Don’t ever let me catch you around my neighborhood again
Or we gon’ have some serious problems, you fucking n-word!


Skillz – 2016 Rap Up


This past year was a bummer
Looking back, it kinda makes me wonder
How it came and went and damn near took everyone under
Its crazy out here and even though it was tough
I’ma run it back, this is 2016 Rap Up

Denver won the Super Bowl, Cam came up short
Leo got his Oscar and El Chapo got caught
They got mosquitoes with the Zika, so don’t get bit
Peyton and Kobe Bryant both called it quits
I gotta admit, Fam, I get mad as shit
When I swipe my card and they say "No, You gotta use your chip"
Damn Daniel, "Hamilton" was lit
Who let Kanye West get 53 million in debt?
And Rihanna went to work without taking a pause
ISIS popping and y’all worried about bathroom laws?!?
Come on, fam
How that sound?
So we out here standing up
Just so y’all can sit down?
Warriors went on a streak and then they got served
Panda was a hit and we couldn’t understand the words
Huh, and Khaled kept snapping
These youngins keep mumbling
I guess y’all call that rapping
I’ve seen "Stranger Things", come on dude
Y’all out here shooting gorillas and punching kangaroos
Janet Jackson pregnant at 50, dog
So for you ol’ broads, there might be some hope for y’all
I ain’t throwing shade, it ain’t that deep
Shit I don’t want nobody out here fucking with me in these streets
Then Birdman ran up on Charlamagne
And Lil’ Wayne still not ‘puttin’ respect on his name’
Michael left Kelly trying to get paid
But the world stopped when Beyonce dropped Lemonade
She slayed, and over-shared
And ya’ll still trying to find out about ‘Becky with the good hair.’
As far as questions, I got one
"Hey Hov and B, is y’all finished or is y’all done?"
Son, I don’t know if it was fake
I know KD did the running man challenge all the way to Golden State
The whole year made no sense
Dog, we live in a world without Muhammad Ali and no Prince
Then Gucci came home
And he looked so different y’all was like, "naw, that’s got to be a clone"
Y’all was glued to y’all phones
And LeBron got it done for the Cavs and brought the chip back home
Snapchatting all over the place
I swear to God, if I see one more girl with a dog on her face
It was a sad year for sure
Instead of being woke though
Y’all wanted to play Pokemon Go!
And rap got weird, should we be concerned?
Young Thug in a dress, Yung Joc got a perm
And everybody was in the Presidential race
Ryan Lochte, Oh he gets the Michael Phelps’ face
Game and Meek beefing, Hillary and Trump
Kap took a knee, T.I., Brad Pitt got dumped
And Trump said he going to build a wall on the border
Ya’ll will probably go to flip bottles water
The snow storm had the East underground
The kept shooting black men but wouldn’t shoot killer clowns
They kept telling us to use our voices
Knowing damn well they ain’t really give us no choices
Get an iPhone with no headphone cord
Or get a Galaxy and go and meet the Lord
See they go low, and we go high
You only got two friends. Why you trying to go Live?
I’ma miss the Obamas, I don’t wanna see them go
My prayers to everyone that we lost in Orlando
The Oscars were so white they had to get Chris Rock
And the album of the year had to be Anderson.Paak
Cubs finally Won, Usain was on fire
Melania Trump hired the wrong ghostwriter
I’m petty with the manners
‘Cuz I think Kim K. got robbed by Joanne the Scammer
Ooouuu
Biters keep testin’ me
They making rappers, but they ain’t got the recipe
Huh, Yeah that’s facts
Shout to Young M.A. for bringing New York back
And I hear y’all talking about "Kanye is fine"
Well to us it look like Kanye done lost his mind
Cowboys kept ballin’, them boys in the zone
Bryson Tiller came along, kept telling us "Don’t"
I’m highly favored
I clap back on my haters
I be the beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
The mannequin challenge, oh, that’s how y’all feel?
The World moving dog, we can’t just stand still
Beyonce made sure y’all got in formation
One time for Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Did Drake bag J.Lo? I say kinda
But y’all was all up in arms over Rob and Chyna
And that’s a new level of female pimping
Biggest L of the year goes to Hillary Clinton
You ask me, man, I thought she had it made
You ask me now, shit, I think we all got played
Another sign of the times
And now the whole World laughing at us, sounding like ChewbaccaMom
2016 was a bully and a punk
On top of that, now we gotta deal with Donald Trump?
Pardon me, as I vent
Bro, we made a reality star the President
And that just makes me sick
Talking about, "We gotta give him a chance." Naw
I ain’t got to give him shit
It’s going to be hard to cope
Because you can’t have progress, dog, if you don’t have hope
More pros, less rookies
And if America’s ours, how we let it get grabbed by the pussy?
They say I sound mad, off the cuff
Oh, I sound mad? Y’all don’t sound mad enough
So from here on out, we gotta set the tone
Y’all protect yourself and protect your own
And way too many people got called back home
2016 you can go, and I’m glad you’re gone
Felt like a long bad dream
I’m wishing you love and life, Welcome to 2017


Teflon – Teacha Shadow Lyrics


(Intro)
A wa the rassclaat this a gwaan in yah
Man wi dark up this place like light gone in yah
Man a born winner wi nuh need no formula
No nuh formula

(Chorus)
Hey the pu**y deh cyaa fool the streets again
Si dem a live off a Teacher strength
Seh dem a go run the place man see it happen
Plus the billboard naw feature dem

Man a go tek weh the game, dweet again
Don’t surprise when you see it happen
A which key dem want? Naw see it again
Dem fi go back in a the creature yeng

(Verse 1)
Man kick off dem face dem seh it nuh call fah
Man a run the place like car weh charter
So much songs fi the year dem seh it nuh call fah
A nuh unuh a feed mi daughter
This yah fire weh blazing water
Dem go tek extra lessons since dem short a
Thief like Young Thug a weh thief the Carter
You cyaa defeat the son, how you fi beat the father?
You look like a fish only a gill you short a
Look in a the bomboclaat revolver
Wa you badmind unruly van fah
Mi roof mi Jaguar

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
From dem go training wheel
That mean seh man ride him
Black contact lens go blind him
Run over dem wid the benz
Wid the fine rims
Man flying while dem hiding
Ratchet go cut out dem neck well pointed
Round corner the shot go find him
You cyaa come a yard likkle sky kid
Flop a Sun Fest, now you a hide Sting
Brooklyn badman dem well waan hollow point him
Seh that dem fighting like Tyson dem bite him
Bad dem nuh bad a dem song writer write him
A forward dem a side wing

(Repeat Chorus)


Kevin Abstract – Miserable America


[Verse 1]
My boyfriend saved me
My mother’s homophobic
I’m stuck in the closet
I’m so claustrophobic
I just want help if
My best friend’s racist
My mother’s homophobic
I’m stuck in the closet
I’m so claustrophobic
I just wanna know shit
Well we all love Young Thug

[Refrain]
Miserable America
Assassinate my character
Miserable America
Assassinate my character

[Chorus]
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t
I don’t care
I don’t care, no, no

[Verse 2]
My boyfriend hates me
Won’t let me meet his parents
Says my skin might scare ’em
Not afraid of my appearance
Feel like jumping off the building
Feel like saying "Fuck your parents"
Son don’t feel ’em and I know they never will
They love gays but they hate niggas
What else are we to do rather than talk and paint a picture
I told that nigga before I even tried to tell myself
I wish you thought of me the way you thought about yourself
Hella help, wish ’em well

[Chorus]
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t

[Bridge]
These days just don’t make sense without you
These days just don’t make sense without you
(It don’t make sense without you)

[Chorus]
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t

[Refrain]
Miserable America
Assassinate my character
Miserable America
Assassinate my character
Miserable America
Assassinate my character


Kevin Abstract – Miserable America


[Verse 1]
My boyfriend saved me
My mother’s homophobic
I’m stuck in the closet
I’m so claustrophobic
I just want help if
My best friend’s racist
My mother’s homophobic
I’m stuck in the closet
I’m so claustrophobic
I just wanna know shit
We all love Young Thug

[Refrain]
Miserable America
Assassinate my character
Miserable America
Assassinate my character

[Chorus]
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t
I don’t care
I don’t care, no, no

[Verse 2]
My boyfriend hates me
Won’t let me meet his parents
Says my skin might scare ’em
Not afraid of my appearance
Feel like jumping off the building
Feel like saying “Fuck your feelings”
Son don’t feel ’em and I know they never will
They love gays but they hate niggas
What else are we to do rather than talk and paint a picture
I told that nigga before I even tried to tell myself
I wish you thought of me the way you thought about yourself
Hella help, wish ’em well

[Chorus]
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t

[Bridge]
These days just don’t make sense without you
These days just don’t make sense without you
(It don’t make sense without you)

[Chorus]
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t care no more, I don’t care no more
I don’t, I don’t

[Refrain]
Miserable America
Assassinate my character
Miserable America
Assassinate my character
Miserable America
Assassinate my character


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