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Yeat – Outsidë Lyrics

Outsidë Lyrics by Yeat (feat. Young Thug)   Outside (Uh), yeah Pullin’ up in Tonkas, bitch, we learned just how to finesse (Uh) Big body, got the big Tonk (Tonka) Turn this shit up, it’s my song (Luh crank) Half a Perky, I’m right in my zone I’m shoppin’ on the way back home (Go) I’m puttin’ on for the westside, so I’ma bust a nut on her chest Hope you got bulletproof vests on, told ’em I’ma do it the best Turn this shit up, my theme song, I might run out of gas High as a tent with the beans on, bitch, I been way out of space Yeah, lil’ thottie, watch your tone YSL, feel like cologne Why you be callin’ my— (Bitch) I don’t even mean by— Rollie flooded (Flooded) Diamonds flawless (Flawless) Bad thotties Big bodies (Skrrt, yeah) Watch yourself, told you that I want you, I don’t need you (Yeah) I could tell, you don’t got no money, that shit see through (Ha) Outside (Ayy, ayy) I’m just outside, I’m just outside (Ayy) Yeah, and we turn up (Ayy) Flawless diamonds on me, bitch, my burners I j

Doja Cat Ft. Young Thug - Payday Mp3 Lyrics

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  Doja Cat - Payday Mp3 Lyrics [Chorus: Doja Cat] All this money on me (Me) It don't mean no thing (Thing) See it in your dreams while I spend it all on my team, and we go Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Gettin' paid e'yday, yeah We was gettin' by (By) Savin' on the side (Side) I just can't believe I got what I wanted all my life, now we go Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Gettin' paid e'yday, yeah [Verse 1: Doja Cat] Said everything that I want (Yeah) I don't need it, I got it already Tell me what you want, uh Point to it, I got you, baby, get it, uh I just keep drippin' like a fuckin' mermaid, yeah And drop a band to keep the smile on that face, yeah [Pre-Chorus: Doja Cat] And I'm bilingual, talkin' money conversations And, baby, we are not the same, make no mistakes, yeah (Make no mistakes) You gotta face it (You gotta face) 'Cause it just keep addin' up and they run it up And then add it up, and they run it, run it [Chorus: Doja Cat] All this mone

Cocaina Migos Featuring Young Thug Lyrics

 [Intro: Young Thug & Quavo] Act' daddy YSL, YRN Uhh Cash Clay YRN, YSL, you know? Brrrr Woop, yee! Thugger Uhh, woahh! Migos! [Hook: Quavo & Young Thug] Yee! Cocaina, cocaina Cocaina, cocaina (sheesh) Cocaina, cocaina Cocaina, cocaina! (woah) Cocaina, cocaina Cocaina, cocaina (yee!) Cocaina, cocaina Tutututu, white! Cocaina, cocaina (ya!) I don’t wanna serve my people (ya!) Cocaina, cocaina (ya!) You can call them birds, call them seagulls (brrrr!) Cocaina, cocaina (ya!) You can call the girl mamacita (ya!) Cocaina, cocaina (ya!) I do this shit for my familia (ya, ya!) [Verse 1: Quavo & Young Thug] Turn a half to a whole thing (woah) With cocaina you will make a name (woah) If you wanna make a mountain (rock) Gotta turn that kitchen to a hurricane (woo!) Trapping out the boarded houses (bando!) Don’t go check the door without John Wayne (grahh!) All white bricks, plain Jane (white!) Pure Cocaina Cane, Cocaina cane (woo, woo, woo) (hee!) Have you ever seen a drop before

Young Thug - Yea Yea Yea mp3 Lyrics

[Intro] Wheezy outta here YSL Music Group [Verse 1] From the other world to the other world to the other world, lonely I done fucked her and another girl and another girl on me I done ran’d up these racks and now I got Christmas under the tree (Ran up) Though my dawg and nem a set, they say nothin’, that’s on me (Yeah) I don’t wanna talk about that, no, I won’t die by no piece You’re independent, trappin’ down, I’m tryna forever remember this I was tryna shoot ’em down, I don’t wanna forever diss (Ha) Be quiet, lеt me count every dimе without a miss (Shh) I done ran’d up a bag, now red bottoms on my feet You can wake up to grapes and heated floors on your feet (Yeah) Señoritas, I’ma buy you a Richard Mille, all VV’s Señoritas (Señoritas), Señorita (Oh, yeah) Señorita (‘Rita), gotta re-up (Woah-woah) Fuck it, we up, my feet up (Oh) Send the weed up with a fever Can’t ease up without seein’ us I gotta rebuild, not mad at all For YSL, puttin’ on for my dawgs I got gratitude and attitude A

Young Thug ft. J. Cole, T-Shyne - Stressed Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug] Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) I don’t wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) I don’t wanna stress (Woah) But I can’t help it thinkin’ if I lose the rest (Oh, woah) And I can’t help it, I don’t wanna stress (Oh, woah) But I can’t help it, hey (Oh, oh) No, no, no [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] Rocky Balboa, I’m boxin’ with ya, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah) I don’t know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah) I told her buy Huaraches for me (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Skeletons out the closet for me, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah) I don’t know if I wanna expose this to you (Oh, you) I don’t know if I wanna caress you (Oh, oh) Wonder what I wanna do with you, girl (Oh, woah) Don’t know what I wanna would do with you [Verse 1: J. Cole] Well, it’s that gat toting, pistol holding, nigga on your damn street Pussy nigga usually pop a trigger if the hand speak

Young Thug - Road Rage mp3 Lyrics

[Intro] Taurus [Verse 1] Hopscotchin’ through the street, I’m tryin’ not to fall She pray to God that I make it home before tomorrow mornin’ I’m tryna tell her to pick a Rollie but she don’t care at all Don’t care nothin’ ’bout my drank, my portion’s what I’m comin’ for I been keepin’ up with my city High performance on my jacket, Rolls Royce truck for extra fifty Just in case I run into her, I’m tryin’ my best to stay spiffy, yeah [Chorus] See the pussies on the sideline wishin’ that I fall Pull the skeletons out the closet, I’m ’bout to tell it all Just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball I’m road raging to the millions if I have to crawl Yeah, I’m road raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh, yeah I’m road raging to the millions if I have to crawl [Verse 2] Evеry time they call in, young nigga ballin’ I went from tеllin’ them to try me to callin’ shots And I wanna know what’s on your mind, what you thinkin’ ’bout And I wanna know if I can change it, let’s take you o

Young Thug ft. Juice WRLD, Young Nudy - Rich Nigga Shit Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug, Young Nudy] Juicy (Yo) Nav-y Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here? (Ayy) [Chorus: Young Thug & Juice WRLD] Rich nigga shit, calamari (Ow) I done pump faked on a split, I’m so sorry 1996 Benz, Tyler Perry 1996 rims like Atari (Ayy, ayy) Brown diamonds on, bitch, I’m Nessly I don’t play the radio, I’m not Gretzky Chicken bock-bock like a nest king I keep Wockhardt on my belly (Yeah) [Verse 1: Young Thug & Juice WRLD] I just spent your salary Walked inside of the exhibit and bought the gallery (Uh, uh-huh) I’m so wealthy, I done bought out on my cavities (Uh-huh) Havin’ sex with your old lady, I lost calories (Uh-huh) Rich shit, I’m playin’ Louis ping-pong with my bestie (Uh) Made a TV show with some lesbians (Uh-huh) Like the TV show, I done next’ed (Uh) G-Star, pull your thorns out your carat Bought my dawg a new kenel, it’s a palace Hunnid fortune, and the winners wanna bash me (Slatt, slatt, slatt) I rock minks when it ain’t December ’cause my diamonds Women

Young Thug ft. Gunna - Recognize Real Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna] Had to gamble my life, I’m rollin’ the dice Money ain’t got a price, but talk to me nice I got my money right You gotta criticize, but it’s alright I won’t be victimized Judge and the police takin’ my people’s lives I’m just signin’ checks and doin’ what’s best for mine And I ain’t gotta do too much ’cause real gon’ recognize (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) [Verse 1: Gunna] It’s written on your face, like you better than me I can’t get caught up with you bitches, I’m keeping it P You gotta keep it P Our millennium is the last dying breed (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Louis on me My arms strong and you too skinny and scrawny You tellin’ lies, and I can’t fuck with you only I tear you up and you gon’ never be lonely (Yeah) I want a Rolls Royce, I want a Maybach I want a Hellcat, it cost a hunnid racks You sold a lot of cap, they want they money back Had to, I crossed ’em out, thank God I made it back I never asked for help, nobody gave me that We ’bouta ban all that cap, we only stati

Young Thug ft. Future - Peepin Out The Window Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Future] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Peepin’ out the window, peepin’ out the window Peepin’ out the window, peepin’ out the window [Chorus: Future & Young Thug] Peepin’ out the window, yeah (Yeah) All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead Wanna smoke me like I’m endo, oh All I see is a bunch of broke ass bitches tryna tell me I ain’t poppin’ I ain’t hot no more Well listen to me closely, bitch, I got a Rollie, it’s gold like a trophy All of my kids straight, if you truly know me Most of my dawgs bossed up [Verse 1: Young Thug] I doubled up, I don’t do no chores no more I ain’t steppin’ on these niggas like no rugs no more Find myself carin’ way too much, ain’t got no shrubs no more But got way bigger shows I ain’t chargin’ dubs no morе I charge a half a million dollars just to walk out I hate the policе but I’m big so they brought cops out I got a gun, shoot the same times but it’s fun sized Sign on a dotted lines One time for the ones saw me come fr

Young Thug ft. Gunna, Nate Ruess - Love You More Lyrics

[Intro: Nate Ruess] No, I’m not tryin’ To be the last thing you see when you turn your light off You makin’ me feel some feel But I know that it’s wrong Can’t you see? It’s not who I wanna be, yeah [Chorus: Nate Ruess] ‘Cause I love you more than anything Oh, I love you more than anything ‘Cause I love you more than anything Oh, I love you more than anything [Verse: Young Thug with Nate Ruess] Hoping you call ’bout anything I love when you call me about anything I love how you don’t doubt anything Like I said, get anything ‘Cause I love the way you call my phone And texting me, “Good morning” Two shots of Patrón, and we sexing to the morning Hate when you don’t cum, you done told a nigga it’s corny Walking around with an attitude, I’m supposed to be at a party Girl you know I love you, ain’t disrespect whenever I’m tardy Walking around with a shopping cart, we tearing down Barney’s Oh, girl, I want you badly [Chorus: Nate Ruess & Young Thug] ‘Cause I love you more than anything (Oh

Young Thug - I’m One of Those Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah FN on my side from the stage back to the studio ([?] on the track) I told her come in and I caught her just like Julio I love the way you kiss on me and pout every time I go I just wanna know do you love me ’til we go? Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Young Thug] You want a real nigga, I’m just one of those (On God) I’m just one of those, I’m just one of those (One) I need a trill ho and she with all smoke (All smoke) I need one of those, I need one of those (I need one)i [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] You get the black card, baby (Card) Ball everyday until your feet hurt, baby Runnin’ out of drugs, think I need nurses, baby, your knees hurt Giuseppe Zanotti all your heels until your feet hurt [Verse 1: Young Thug] Told you them bitches wasn’t your friends, only in God you trust You never could be a slut, you told me never give up I drive the car and you bust, I drop the top, drop your skirt Shit, I ain’t gon’ fuck for no purse, like Spider Man, watch it squirt Black

Young Thug - Love Bae Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & 6LACK] Yeah, I love me some baby (Wheezy outta here) Everything I do, I said I do it for my baby (I love me some baby) I love me some baby [Chorus 1: Young Thug] I love me some motherfucking baby (Ayy) I love me some baby (Yeah, yeah) I love me some motherfucking baby (Yeah) You come take her, you gotta take me (Love, love, love) I love you, love baby (Love, love, love) I love me some baby (Love, love, love) Pink slips for the weekend (Love, love, love) All of this for baby (Love, love, love) [Verse 1: Young Thug & 6LACK] Yeah, dream ’bout my [?] at the store (Store, woah) Baby hair drip down your head just like you a four Yeah, jump over the moon to a king-size bed where we float She’ll slime on them bitches like Doraah, she wipin’ your nose, yeah Abracadabra (Abracadabra), yeah Jump out the jet, but you know I’ma grab you (Jump out the jet, jump out the jet), woah Hollywood Hills, a long way from your avenue (Hollywood Hills, we in Hollywood Hills) You li

Drake - Way 2 Sexy Lyrics

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Drake - Way 2 Sexy Lyrics  [Intro: Right Said Fred] I’m too sexy for my shirt Too sexy for my shirt So sexy, it hurts I’m too sexy for Milan Too sexy for Milan New York or Japan [Chorus: Future] Yeah, woah, woah, woah I’m too sexy for this syrup Too sexy for your girl Too sexy for this world Too sexy for this ice Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah I’m too sexy for this chain Too sexy for your gang Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah I’m too sexy for the trap Too sexy for that cap Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Drake] Okay, alright, that’s fine, okay (Okay) I’m feelin’ too sexy to accept requests (Way too sexy) And I’m way too sexy to go unprotected (Way too sexy) And she popped a Tesla, now she goin’ electric Okay, alright, that’s fine, okay Think we got too sexy for that metro housin’ (Way too sexy) Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (Sixty piece) Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (Woah, woah) Yeah, I like it crowded Oh, you like the

Doja Cat ft. Young Thug – Pay Day Lyrics

All this money on me (Me) It don’t mean nothing (‘Thing) See it in your dreams I just spend it all on my team, and we go Oh-yeah, yeah, yeah-ayy-ayy We gettin’ payday, day, day, yeah We’re just gettin’ by (By) Savin’ on the side (Side) I just can’t believe I got what I wanted all my life, now we go Oh-yeah, yeah, yeah-ayy-ayy We gettin’ payday, day, day, yeah Say everything that I want (Yeah) I don’t need it, I got it already Tell me what you want, uh? [?] got you ready, yeah, uh I just keep drippin’ like a fuckin’ mermaid, yeah And drop the panty, keep the smile on that face, yeah And I’m bilingual, talkin’ money, conversations And, baby, we are not the same, you know we stay, shit (You know we stay) You gotta face it (You gotta face) ‘Cause I just keep addin’ up and they run it up And they add it up, and they run it, run it All this money on me (Me) It don’t mean nothing (‘Thing) See it in your dreams I just spend it all on my team, and we go Oh-yeah, yeah, yeah-ayy-ayy We gettin’ pa

Belly Feat. The Weeknd And Young Thug - Better Believe mp3 download

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Download And Enjoy This New Mp3 Song! Download Belly Feat. The Weeknd And Young Thug - Better Believe Audio Download (8.3MB) Please don't forget to comment and share  [Intro: The Weeknd] Zaytoven Yeah [Verse 1: The Weeknd] I stay up fighting my demons (Demons) I don't got no one to lean on (Lean on) I'm busy puttin' my team on Hitters pull up with the beamer (Oh-oh) I put that girl in a P1 (Oh-oh) She make a mess and she clean up (Oh, yeah) She call up her friend named Tina I turned that shit to a threesome, yeah (Yeah) Fuck with my name can be fatal (Oh-oh) None of my niggas is stable (Yeah) They turned a crown to a halo (Halo) They rode through the town like it's Halo (Halo) But don't make a move 'til I say so (Say so) Drop a few hits then I lay low (Lay) Ever since I been single A side chick wanna be main chick She know I'ma make her famous Ever since I been single A side chick wanna be main chick Dodge her call like the Matrix Dodge her ca

Young Thug - Kavollie Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Scoop, yeah Thugger, [?] (Wheezy beats) Slatt, slatt [Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug] They took my bands off me like I didn’t need my shit Just took a month, forget about me, I don’t need that bitch I got a shot here for the guys, gon’ catch amnesia and shit We just want some money, Thugger with the homie Yeah, my people, that’s it I’m rockin’ Cavalli, I’m draped in Movado I’m rockin’ Cavalli, I draped up my shawty We rockin’ Cavalli, we pour out Cavalli We drinking Cavalli, stay filled with Bacardi, yeah [Verse 1: Young Thug] You run up on me, leave you in the asphalt I run up my G’s, I’m talkin’ that cash talk Big dog B-E-T, I’ll turn up for all y’all, yeah The chopper with me, run into the wall, yeah yeah No, I fucked that ho inside a store I’ma get in her and she know I’ma do it right and she know, ayy She know I’ma do it the best She know I do this shit for real, mmm I was tryna get you to show me I was tryna get you to hug me, hey [?] Fuck it all night, [?]

Young Thug ft. Fetty Wap - WYD Lyrics

[Intro] Thugger Jeffery Future Hendrix Zoovier [Hook: Fetty Wap] She just hit my line like what you doin’ baby (yeah baby) I said girl you fine what you been doin’ lately (yeah babe) If she fuck me good she get a new Mercedes I know you wanna stay but you can’t move here baby She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye) She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye) She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye) (Thugger) She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye) (Jeffery) [Verse 1: Young Thug] Aye I fucked your bitch on the regular Your bitch told me that you irregular I fucked the lil bitch from my schedule She suck me I might buy a Tesla I told her I don’t got a reason Big beef bitch im bleeding And I came a long way from Cleveland Yeah I came a long way from Cleveland Aye ima pull up in a Wraith Aye I turn these bitch to my babes Aye she saying Thugger was fake Aye now she saying Thugger is bae aye [Hook: Fetty Wap] She just hi

Lil Baby, Lil Durk & Young Thug - Up the Side Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Wheezy outta here Voice of the Heroes of the Streets Young Spider checkin’ in, ah [Verse 1: Young Thug] Big faces, little faces, mix it up Everywhere you see me, I got the semi tucked Gave her a rack the first day, now she look like a prostitute I got a really bad, bad, bad bitch tyin’ my shoes (Yeah), huh I put it up the first five years so how the fuck can I really lose? I learned to wipe my face with these dollar bills and all of ’em blue (Woah) I was dyin’ those with the really expensive crevices (Ha) Gettin’ millions, who the fuck better than? And I’m ill like a reverend (Yah) Wearin’ ho all over her back and swappin’ teams like a letterman I’m celibate (Ayy), no settlement (Ayy), I’m fly as hell, I’m pelican When you die, it’s irrelevant (Oh), I live in every sense (Oh) I got the settlement (Oh-oh), I went from shuttle to the medal to the Rolls truck I got the Smith & Wess’ in Cali’ and I showed up Guess I never growed up (Ye-ye) [Chorus: Young Thug] Half

21 Savage - Emergency Lyrics

[Intro] (Taurus) (Run that back, Turbo) [Chorus: Gunna] 911 Porsche, it’s emergency (Ooh) Kick in the door, it’s a burglary (Ooh) Light his ass up, burnin’ third-degree (Ooh) Twenty-five racks for a surgery (Ooh) I know you just actin’ tough When I really pull up, you gon’ call the authorities (Ooh) I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust ‘Cause these niggas ain’t for me (Ooh, ooh, ooh) [Verse 1: Gunna] I’m in the ring and my back ‘gainst the ropes I’m a young king and I’m keepin’ ’em woke Jumped off the porch, went and got what I want Smokin’ Biscotti, it smell like a skunk Take care my mama and brother and nephews Now what the fuck else is you payin’ for? I sat on the block, but didn’t go to school of the hard knocks And wasn’t none of this planned for I bought her the big body Jaguar We pull up with sticks like a task force It’s two-twenty MP the dashboard GunWunna, young Wunna a bad boy Own business, I got me a company key Go get it, I get it, ain’t workin’ for free You wan’

Young Stoner Life & Young Thug - Litty Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Oh, I’m gonna get right, yeah, yeah Yeah [Chorus: Young Thug, DaBaby & Both] Diamonds loud like a cop car, yeah I’m big as it get, yeah, yeah Changing up my call logs, yeah Invite her over, let’s get lit Let’s get lit, let’s get lit, let’s get litty Let’s get lit, let’s get lit, let’s get litty Let’s get lit, let’s get lit, let’s get litty Let’s get lit, let’s get lit, let’s get litty (Lit) [Verse 1: DaBaby] I hurt my lil’ bitch feelings Called a Uber, told her to get in it (Yeah) Burnt out niggas be chilling I turnt up, came back with a million (Let’s go) He blew up, then caught the body, he kept it solid, really don’t say much about it He never tell them too much (Shh), he know what’s up, he know it’s best to keep quiet Diamonds real loud like a parade (Go) Drumroll, everybody sprayed (Brr) Cutting up with a nigga thot (Yee) Fucking up the pussy, not the braid (Mmm) And we got bullets like the Navy Enough to spin on niggas’ shit for days (Doot) I hope it ain’t