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Young Thug - Jeffery Album Lyrics



Young Thug - Jeffery Lyrics






Wyclef Jean

Thugger
TM
This Actavis by the way I promise, on God

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 lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I'll go to sleep
Boolin' rockin' nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
Soo many hundreds I done added, I'mma lose 'em
Put me in the Jaguar or the Wraith and now I'm coolin'
Play with my money I'mma let these niggas do you
Play with my money I'mma let 'em niggas do you
Play with my money I'mma let these niggas do you
Play with my money
Play with my, play with my money

I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do

Ride around with my cash
[?]
In the store and then dash
Pull up, I'm not a cab
She know she got a nigga bad
She know she gotta keep it bad
She know I gotta keep me some cash
She know she gotta hop on top this dick
She know she gotta ride the motherf*cker
Her mama done walked in, but it's too big
She can't hide that motherf*cker
Even if she the baddest of motherfuker
Man even if she the minus of motherf*cker
Join in get the mileage motherf*cker
I ain't gon' disguise it motherf*cker
Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on datpiff
Yeah I'm that swift, ask her and him
Yeah add somethin', put a bone in them
Put a choker on, let 'em choke on em
I might transport her, yeah, they got it on
Daughter sexy and my son got the bra
Spit racks on my son and his squad
That a boy, never play with tards
Man I play with 'em boys
New AK with 'em boys
New foreign suede for 'em boys
Drippin' all day for 'em boys
Bitch you ain't ready for 'em boys
How you not ready for 'em boys?
Have you ever played with 'em boys?
I'mma turn the blade on 'em boys

I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do

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 lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I'll go to sleep
Boolin' rockin' nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
Soo many hundreds I done added, I'mma lose 'em
Put me in the Jaguar or the Wraith and now I'm coolin'

Nigga watch that dog
Nigga plottin' on the boy, spot 'em
Target on your head, dot 'em dot 'em dot 'em
And I'm good got a rabbits foot in my wallet
Baby bleed it up, been drivin' in traffic
Twos is seated up, damn shawty
Got her bent up, I just mixed the grams with molly
Her car dented up like she rent to everybody

I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do

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 lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I'll go to sleep
Boolin' rockin' nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
Soo many hundreds I done added, I'mma lose 'em
Put me in the Jaguar or the Wraith and now I'm coolin'
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Christopher Alan Thornton, Diondria Elaine Thornton, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jonathan Priester
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, BMG Rights Management




Floyd Mayweather

[Young Thug:]
Aye, aye
This real talk turn shit, swear to God
We just don't call this shit drink, you know I'm sayin'?
Aye, aye
Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch, dam
Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch

I got, six brand new foreigns on my wrist
I got six Forgiatos on my fist
I got fifty foreign hoes on my dick
I'mma nut on all 'em hoes, lets have some chicks, aye
Nigga tried to hit a lick and missed
Tried to run then I caught him like a fish
I'mma catch his ass with the whole clip
I'mma beat they ass up like Ron Artest
Pussy nigga ran like a miss
I got your bitch up under water tryna kiss, aye
Hammer gon' shit and take a piss, aye
We done f*cked her legs and f*cked her face, woah

[Gucci Mane:]
I'm sellin' purple rain, RIP to Prince
When I was behind the fence they treated me like a prince
So much jewelry on her pussy gettin' tense
1017 the ones you don't wanna diss
And you can never be like 'Wop you little snitch
You make me mad, I have a threesome with your bitch
I'm from costa east Atlanta, yeah the 6
I make one brick turn to two, I know a trick
Don't walk and limp my chopper is my walkin' stick

[Young Thug:]
I done got that pack boy then I dip, Europe
You gave 25,000 dollars on a trip
I just-I just found out rats could use they lips
I got, I got, I got me a thirty round clip
I got one in the head, thirty one rounds on my hip
Aye, okay, Lil Dora said I would born with a steel
My lawyer say it's guaranteed when he appeal
I got a bad bitch wit' me and yeah she strip

[Gunna:]
I'm in Vegas spendin' thousand with my chips
I can't love these bitches, fell in love the rip
I was doin' this shit just for my peers
I would put inside my blood, my sweat, my tears
Do this shit all on my own, don't need no deal
Diamonds flawless 'round my neck, gave me a chill
Lately I've been flyin' on them [?]

[Young Thug:]
Flyin' cross the world, these bitches killin' me
Flood her bank account with bands cause she feelin' me
Nigga cash on delivery
If it's a snake on my clothes then it's double G
I don't like police hoes, ain't no cuffin' me
All my diamonds dancin' like they Bruce Lee
Check out my smile I got some new teeth
Pop a molly now I'm in the f*ckin' air
Cloud nine and I'm smokin' like the f*ckin' barrel

[Gunna:]
We at the club port, you niggas never there
I wouldn't even care, lil bitch that's how it is
I do it for my fam, 20 racks on gifts
Bitch we blowin' gas, roll me up a spliff
Now what you think a young nigga grindin' for?
I sip it till I sleep, might overdose
She made it out the hood and left that dope bowl
Get them bricks from my momma, she got truck loads

[Young Thug:]
F*ck you mean you get it from your man main ho? Yeah
Diamonds all on my chin, diamonds all on my fork
Piercin' in my nose, diamond in my nose
Giuseppe on the toes, diamonds on my toes
I just got a family pack of Gin and juice, damn
I just bought a chopper than I'm ready to use, damn
I got a lot of bitches comin' by the twos
I got a lot of bitches, Balmain buy a few

[Gunna:]
Big di-diamonds but we call 'em jewels
All these racks think I sell dog foods
I spend thousand on my f*ckin' shoes
Pull up in this Ave, it cost the Christian Loubes
Nigga watch your mouth, we ain't f*ckin' cool
Boy you sell the [?], that's a f*ckin' fool
Take this shit out and shoot
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Devante Wilkes, Eduardo Augusto Jr. Burgess, Jacques Webster, Javin Andrews, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jonathan Antonio De La Rosa, Radric Delantic Davis, Rashad Andrews, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC




Swizz Beatz

L-O-V-E
For life

Love love love love love love love
Love love love love love love love
Riding around for your team
Nigga play you busting
And I got me a high self esteem
Love love love love love love
Love love love love love love
Love love love

Big old digits with me
Big old Bentley with me
Big old bitches with me
S gang Chino with me with me
I got 3 stripes, Adidas with me with me
All of my preachers with me with me
I got some features with with me with me
Big racks and the ether with me with me (Racks)
Tote that like its legal woody woody
I look that shit up 'bout a thousand times
The big Master P 'cause you 'bout it 'bout it
That boy got cheap rims on a cheap Jeep
Just make sure you tell him its all free
I'm sittin' at the top of the nose-bleeds
And I got my gold off a gold D
Twerk it, twerk it baby, you gotta hold it
Wait for old me
Wake up to Young Thug
Have you ever been a shot caller (Have you ever)
Proceed to the room leave 'em stalkin'

Love love love love love love love
Love love love love love love love
Riding around for your team
Nigga play you busting
And I got me a high self esteem
Love love love love love love
Love love love love love love
Love love love

SOB, SOB, SOB
Bands on me, bands on me
Bands on me, bands on me
Bands on me
Turn up for the girls
Turn up for the boys
Turn up for the club
Turn up on the drugs
Turn up on the molly
Turn up on the xan
Turn up on a percy, give it to my mans
Here, give it to your clan
I put on my mink I'm like a lamb
Stop trying to impress your f*ckin' camp
I'm comin' for mine, Uncle Sam
I'm turnin' money into power
We not from here we'll need a browser
You just squirt squirt
I know you don't want none coward
I'm stuntin' like a bookworm
I'm tryna cop least a hundred bands (Racks)
Yeah, and I wanna just buy some bigger land

Love love love love love love love
Love love love love love love love
Riding around for your team
Nigga play you busting
And I got me a high self esteem
Love love love love love love
Love love love love love love
Love love love
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Future Swag

Thugga
Yeah it's that cash talk
Slime Slime Slime

I f*ck on your baby mama
I f*ck on your baby mama
Let's f*ck on your baby mama
I wanna f*ck on your baby mama
Some head from your baby mama
I need some brain from your baby mama
The head from your baby mama
I need some brain from your baby mama
Lil mama she wet like a boat, a boat
Lil mama, she wet like a boat
Lil mama she wet like a boat, a boat
Lil mama, she wet like a boat
Lil mama, she ready for war
She ready for dick in her ass and her throat
Lil mama she wet for the faculty
Lil mama, she ready, she after me

Go'n do it, go'n do it
Go'n do it, they way too influenced
I do it, I do it, I'm the goat I'm the motherf*ckin'
I do it, I don't know the president but I have pull

That purple label all up under my garments
They tourin', I f*ck that bitch in that back of the tour bus
I feed her that molly she put it right there on her tongue
You call me Osama I'm passin' hundreds to the bomb
I'm passin' hundreds to the bomb nigga
You know thats nothin' but two crumbs nigga
The finger lickin' and my palms itchin'
I'm dead fresh f*ck her palm nigga
I'm on your ass like some thumbs nigga
I'm on yo' ass like some thongs, nigga
I'm brand new just born, nigga
I'm gettin' hundreds like a foreign nigga
You know we chargin' like Dodge nigga

I f*ck on your baby mama
I f*ck on your baby mama
Let's f*ck on your baby mama
I wanna f*ck on your baby mama
Some head from your baby mama
I need some brain from your baby mama
The head from your baby momma
I need some brain from your baby mama
Lil mama she wet like a boat, a boat
Lil mama, she wet like a boat
Lil mama she wet like a boat, a boat
Lil mama, she wet like a boat
Lil mama, she ready for war
She ready for dick in her ass and her throat
Lil mama she wet for the faculty
Lil mama, she ready, she after me

I won't hear you scream if you rich
I'm never gon' go out like Mitch
I know that I look like a lick
I chop off your tongue, ya dig
A solid foundation, a nation
Believe this shit started in the basement
My uncle that died is amazin'
You see all the looks on my faces
I see all them racks on ya' cases
We send them to a better place
We send them boys to meet their maker
I'm goin' up skyscraper
I think my dogs with my neighbors
You're kids seen me on cable, and
I'm drinkin' syrup nigga maple (lean)
Hurry up where the gates at
She ain't nothin' I can't cake that
This is where the apes stay at
All you lame niggas stay back (move)
Switchin' lanes in the Maybach (skrt)
Yeah the mall look like a play back
Brand new Rollie and the face black

I f*ck on your baby mama
I f*ck on your baby mama
Let's f*ck on your baby mama
I wanna f*ck on your baby mama
Some head from your baby mama
I need some brain from your baby mama
The head from your baby mama
I need some brain from your baby mama
Lil mama she wet like a boat, a boat
Lil mama, she wet like a boat
Lil mama she wet like a boat, a boat
Lil mama, she wet like a boat
Lil mama, she ready for war
She ready for dick in her ass and her throat
Lil mama she wet for the faculty
Lil mama, she ready, she after me
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jonathan Demario Priester, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, BMG Rights Management




RiRi

So I just came out the booth to goddamn, to hear this
To hear this shit right here? And my niggas, niggas just sayin'
"Bruh I just told 'em the same shit"
The niggas just told these girls that he do it all by himself
It's crazy, cray-cray, I did though, you know what I'm sayin'?
With a golden shovel, iced out AP, plus a Rollie bezel on another level

I say bitch what is you thinkin', we Arthur Blankin'
Bitch ass on me and I got rank and I'm steady rankin'
Better stop listenin' to these hoes 'fore you start shrinkin'
I know I'm a blood, I'm a gang banger
I know where the bitch but I'm still singin'
Mothaf*ck the rest, they ain't really bangin'
I got the real hitters with me and they dangerous
You can't find 'em on no camera but they no namin'
Washin' powder bae on Tide, I've been up all night
Me and bae Bonnie Clyde, everything we do right
Love her vibe, love her vibe, she make me feel so nice
She 100, the first day we met she let me f*ck all night

Ah-ah-ah, work
Do the work baby do the work
Tonight baby do the work baby do the work
Tonight I wanna chill all you gotta do is Perc
If you want it you gotta earn it
You gotta earn-earn-earn it
If you want it bae you gotta earn it
Alright, earn-earn-earn it, aye

I can tell that you want it baby, I can tell that you need it
I can tell that you suckin', f*ckin', I can tell you a demon
I can tell you a Victoria baby, I can keep your secret
I'mma show you how to win without cheatin', I'mma show you how to beat it
Drop top in a RR with a big tall demon
I'mma let you defeat me, I'mma lead you to victory
Like shoutout to Stevie but these niggas not seein' me
I'm a big dinosaur B and these niggas not beatin' me
Aye, I'm scared to trust you, I'm scared you'll trick me
I done drive by in a foreign car but they're still tryna eat me
Put 60,000 on my mama ring and it ain't even come out of Tiffany's
I can tell you how to get the money but you just gotta listen to me

Ah-ah-ah, work
Do the work baby do the work
Tonight baby do the work baby do the work
Tonight I wanna chill all you gotta do is Perc
If you want it you gotta earn it
You gotta earn-earn-earn it
If you want it bae you gotta earn it
Alright, earn-earn-earn it, aye

I picked my diamonds out a honey tree
I done made a couple millions off of BET
I got gangster bitch that ride and they gon' clap for me
I just signed a deal with Kevin baby clap for me
Won't catch me without hundreds on me
G check with I pull up on 'em
Peep that with my little homies
I see all these little clonies (Who?)
I see you lookin' homie
Apple Watch with them boogers on it
Turn down, upside, right baby girl like I'm cookin' on ya
I got 70,000 for my last 30 shows (Do the math)
I done spend a half a million for my family though
I think it's time to take my homies and ride on a boat
Show them a good time 'cause I know they'll do that for me, oh

Ah-ah-ah, work
Tonight baby got to work, work, work
Work, work, work
You gotta work, work, work, work, you gotta work
If you want it bae you gotta earn it
You gotta earn-earn-earn it
If you wanna earn it
You gotta earn-earn-earn it

Build a bridge, you better not burn it, aye
Better be the number one concern with, aye
I got big dogs and they German, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye
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Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Guwop

[Young Thug:]
I done put 20 inside the civic
I pull up on you and pop at your kid
I pull out your rocket and pop at your wig
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch
Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough
I came right back in and I turn up the show
I want 'em xans they get me off
I put the V neck on my team yeah

I dig everythin that you sayin'
I dig everythin' that you doin' too
I dig the way that you look at me
You dig the way that I look at you
I just wanna grab on your butt, but
The seat in the Benz, the Chanel Clutch
The FN give him a haircut
I roll up a seven of John Dutch
That big booty bounce on the dick and it broke
I dont gotta act like a gangsta and she know
My backwood look like a pole
My backwood look like a pole
I see 'em clouds of the smoke
I'mma blow clouds of the smoke
Pardon me, pardon my soul
Niggas they eatin' in broad day
In that hoe mouth like a Colgate
Keepin' that cold case, God, please give me that cold case
I don't want new friends, forgive me for all of my sins
I don't want to think about it, losin' all I wanna do yeah yeah

I done put 20 inside the civic
I pull up on you and pop at your kid
I pull out your rocket and pop at your bitch
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch
Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough
I came right back in and I turn up the show
I want 'em xans they get me off
I put the V neck on my team yeah

[Young Scooter:]
Without the radio its 20 a show and thats fasho
I need that bacon bitch, we buyin' dope, that's how it go
Like a Migos, rep that Freebandz
That 44., I could cook the dope with no stove
Pot on the floor
Pull up in that coupe shit, they like damn where the roof went
In the streets, they call me Jay Z, cause bitch I got the blueprint
No nigga, I don't want no old hunnids, you know I want 'em blue strips
And I can't f*ck you old hoes, I'm ballin' with my new bitch
Yeah
You dig that? 200,000 worth of chain and that's a fact
Got my name in this rap game by sellin' crack
Rest in peace to OG Double D, you did that, SLIME!

[Young Thug:]
I done put 20 inside the civic
I pull up on you and pop at your kid
I pull out your rocket and pop at your wig
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch
Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough
I came right back in and I turn up the show
I want 'em xans they get me off
I put the V neck on my team yeah

[Quavo:]
Shoot out the coupe
Shoot out the roof
Pull up and smash on her
We don't got to put a bag on her
I took your hoe ya dig?
I told a hoe to sit
Had big bells, midgets
Now you can say I got millions
Swam with the sharks, water
You be law and order
I be gettin' money every mornin' Tom Joyner
I heard you gettin' money, but you payin' em niggas extortin' ya
You pay for you fame and fortune
You pay for you fame and fortune
I am the plug, cordless
Pull up with blazers, Portland
I pay the neighbors to pick up the dope on they porches
I came from nickel, I came from nickels
My niggas don't know you, we don't f*ck with you
Ive been in the system, I've been in a pickle
You did me like shovels, I gotta f*ck with ya

[Young Thug]
I done put 20 inside the civic
I pull up on you and pop at your kid
I pull out your rocket and pop at your wig
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch
Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough
I came right back in and I turn up the show
I want 'em xans they get me off
I put the V neck on my team yeah

[Offset:]
Hop in the private
This is a lambo, not a hybrid
My wrist is a faucet
Feed 'em perkys, I'm the doctor
DRACO, 100 round choppa
She got her eyes on me like binoculars
Count up this money, it's marvelous
Stall the bitch, I don't call the bitch
You better dig what I'm sayin'
I'mma kill you and your mans
Beat down the block like an amp
Goin' up like a skateboard on a ramp
Go buy a rollie and bust it
Talkin' that tough shit
But you know you ain't gon' bust shit
Look at my fashion
This is a Gucci rug, B
I'm trappin' and rappin'
Still got 'em babies in custody
My diamonds be dancin'
Live in a mansion
My life is lovely
And I am loyalty
Knock your ass off
Pay the loyal fee
Shit can get ugly

[Young Thug:]
I done put 20 inside the civic
I pull up on you and pop at your kid
I pull out your rocket and pop at your bitch
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch
Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough
I came right back in and I turn up the show
I want 'em xans they get me off
I put the V neck on my team yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Joshua Theodore Cross, Kenneth Edward Bailey, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT




Harambe

Mafia!
Yeah, peep game, bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Level up! Yeah
Yeah peep game

Catch 'em down bad
Beat 'em with a bat, hashtag that
I call it New Jack, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I got a blue Jag
I make that cash talk
Bitch, I got a new house
You wanna get in, need a passcode nigga
Two twenty five on the dashboard, nigga
Stack it up and until you that carton, nigga
Stack it up and until you pay your daughter, nigga
Stack it up and until you get you something, nigga
Stack it up and until you got that money
You know I ran it all up by myself
And now your bitch drinkin' cum nigga
My diamonds yellow like a corn nigga
Double R at the prom nigga
Skrt, skrt skrt
Got some hitters all of 'em my cuz nigga
Girl I know you love it
Love me, I know, I know you love me
You love me
Yeahh

Bentley with a nigga, bear killer nigga, back it up
Bands kill a nigga, fast wheel a nigga, back it up
Ape shit nigga, Godzilla, nigga, act up
Don't let your chick go Godzilla, bae, back it up
I just wanna have sex
I just wanna have a baby by you, girl
I just wanna go crazy about you, girl
Gon' make your nigga act crazy over you, girl
Ayy, cause you know I will
And I'm on a perky pill

This shit can get ugly for you
I'll pull up and bust your mama
I'll pull up and bust your brother
I'll aim at your f*ckin' family
I'll aim at your whole clique
I'll aim at your mothaf*ckin' mama
I'll aim at your f*ckin' dad
I'll aim at your daughter, son, nigga
I'll aim it at everything
I'll aim at the bag
I got devil inside of me
Got the devil inside me
God tryna provide me
But I'm tryna decide
Do we wanna leave the assignment?
Um okay I know you're frustrated bout a nigga and
Every time I take you through
I know I did a lot of sinnin'
I hope you still let me make it through
Just cause I got me a spot in LA
That don't mean I'ma change the crew
My bitch runnin' figure
I hope, she can tell me to chill without changin' you
F*ck it, I'm changin' up on 'em
But my fans, not changin' on 'em
Makin' a band, I'm saggin' on 'em
Whip out that bag, syringin' on 'em
Hey, we lock that bitch out with no passcode
I bought her summer doors
Damn, she already had 'em though

Bentley with a nigga, bear killer nigga, back it up
Bands kill a nigga, fast wheel a nigga, back it up
Ape shit nigga, Godzilla, nigga, act up
Don't let your chick go Godzilla, bae, back it up
I just wanna have sex
I just wanna have a baby by you, girl
I just wanna go crazy about you, girl
Gon' make your nigga act crazy over you, girl
Ayy, cause you know I will
And I'm on a perky pill
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: JEFFERY WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Webbie

Thugger!
I roll me one, smoke to the face
I roll me one, smoke to the face
Roll up a blunt and I'mma face it (King Slime)

They politickin' 'bout these cases
I told her roll me up a blunt and I'mma face it
Choppa make a man
I've been shootin' out with my neighbors, yeah
My lil niggas tryna trap it out in the vacant, yeah
Patek Philippe they got my wrist and they don't play with that
She been suckin' dick way before a nigga made it, yeah

Pass me the mothaf*ckin' lighter
Lil mama overseas, I might Skype her
Nigga checkin' out the squad, tryna bite us
But my hand is way different got the Midas
They do a dream with me, aye do some things with me
Bae drink your lean with me, bae fall asleep with me
Ayy fall asleep, we drive
Just like your life or mines
Let me f*ck one more time
And I'll help you write your rhymes

They politickin' 'bout these cases
I told her roll me up a blunt and I'mma face it
Choppa make a man
I've been shootin' out with my neighbors, yeah
My lil niggas tryna trap it out in the vacant, yeah
Patek Phillipe they got my wrist and they don't play with that
She been suckin' dick way before a nigga made it, yeah

Bad, bad, bad
I'm a player, player, player
I'll pop at your man, man, man
I'll do what I can, know what I'm sayin'?
Guess I'm geeked up
Like an astronaut, I'm off Earth
I'm way in the moon, kickin' shit without a broom
My mama can't lose
I'mma keep her in a fresh car
And I'mma put on them shoes
I'mma keep her so froze up
Yeah I'mma keep her in some jewels
I'mma go 'head and nut in my bitch
I'mma gon' and give her juice
She did two times now, I done told her that was rude
They don't wanna see you win
Nah they want you always to lose
They gon' always want you be stuck with them
They'll never wish you good luck on them
And they'll never wish bad luck either
And I don't know what the f*ck to think either
Got a foreign car like a wife beater
Actin' like she like people
Knowin' they don't give two f*cks if they're still here
They'll leave her

This politician is so fake
They politickin' 'bout these cases
I told her roll me up a blunt and I'mma face it
Choppa make a man
I've been shootin' out with my neighbors, yeah
My lil nigga been tryna trap out of the vacant, yeah
Patek Phillipe they got my wrist and they don't play with that
She been suckin' dick way before a nigga made it, yeah

Got on mines and I got tired of waitin'
Mama say, "You gonna make it, you gotta be patient"
Came out the hood, trap out the stove out that vacant
Now we flyin' different places, f*ckin' bitches all kind of races
I did this shit that they thought I wouldn't do and I made it
I was so down, man it's so f*cked up, couldn't make over 80
I lost some friends, that was so f*cked up and I know that they hate me
Thugger, he gave me a chance and I had to take it
Used to chop on the block with the .380
Now when I pull up they gotta pay me
I came from nothing more than the 80s
These niggas actors like Patrick Swayze
I gotta get it, I can't be lazy
Didn't have a dime so my mama crazy
Ran up a sack with Thugger, baby
Man this shit so amazing

Patek Phillipe
Cost a hundred bands, man
Clip missin' on it
Then I went and seen Elliott and iced out my Pigalle, you dig
That's on Big Duck, that's on all 6, know I'm sayin'?
I got like a 170, 180 thousand dollar watch, bro
And it glow up green at night
And when the sun hit it on the plane
You understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, I used to do this shit to maintain
'Til I started usin' 14% of my brain
And that left me with 5 stars worth of stains, you dig?
Thugger!
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Writer: JEFFERY WILLIAMS, ARNOLD MARTINEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Pop Man

[Wyclef Jean & (Young Thug):]
(Wet-wet)
Jeffrey, 'long side Wyclef
And the girls love the Shotta boys with big toys, yeah
(Swear to God I ain't lyin')
(Nigga you can't do that)

[Young Thug:]
Bet it all, bet it all
She pulled up in a Benz truck
She nail it up, she nail it up
She peacock wit the colors
Middle finger, stick it up
If you ain't never gave no f*cks
Get behind her, put it in her butt
Then beat it up

[Young Thug & Wyclef Jean:]
Wamp-wamp, she, wet-wet
(Mr. Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, oh, bet that
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, aye
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, oh, wet-wet
(Mr. Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, nigga bet that
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, oh, I'ma get you wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she should bet that
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Lil mama should bet that
Wet-wet, ay, bet that
Wamp-wamp, oh, wet-wet
Bet that, lil mama, wet-wet

[Young Thug:]
Bet that cause I'm 75% that lil mama got some wet-wet
Psh, it's wet-wet now she squirt it on the bed
She squirt on me, we got a f*ckin' mess
Uh, I'm a vet but I'm ready to settle down
I don't wanna know what's next
It don't matter what I do tonight
Cause I'ma know you the best-best-best, yes
I'm stand up like the cash talk to you baby
You can rest I'll let the bands walk to you baby
Yeah fashion bop to you, ay
100 Zans, cracked up, talk to ya baby
I ain't never playin', you the main baby
When I die, I'ma leave somethin' for you baby
Got an anniversary planned baby

Bet it all, bet it all
She pulled up in a Benz truck
She nail it up, she nail it up
She peacock wit the colors
Middle finger, stick it up
If you ain't never gave no f*cks
Get behind her, put it in her butt
Then beat it up

[Young Thug & Wyclef Jean:]
Wamp-wamp, she, wet-wet
(Mr. Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, oh, bet that
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, aye
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, oh, wet-wet
(Mr. Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, nigga bet that
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, oh, I'ma get you wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she should bet that
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Lil mama should bet that
Wet-wet, ay, bet that
Wamp-wamp, oh, wet-wet
Bet that, lil mama, wet-wet

[Wyclef Jean:]
Jeffery be easy
After sex she gon' wanna get married
Seen many men on Maury
Claimin' the kid not my baby
But taste the cake
I gotta have a shower to the big red sofa chair
Play truth or dare
Jumpin' in the pool with no swim wear gear
Kept me weird lookin' like a peacock
Everytime we press (?) we won't stop
Feelin' like the b block time shift
Number one hits, she in love with the voodoo sex
Flippin' on the mat yo
Like olympians in Rio, oh
Blast off like the rocket man
Piano scream so loud, dolphins hear the signal

[Young Thug:]
Bet it all, bet it all
She pulled up in a Benz truck
She nail it up, she nail it up
She peacock wit the colors
Middle finger, stick it up
If you ain't never gave no f*cks
Get behind her, put it in her butt
Then beat it up

[Young Thug & Wyclef Jean:]
Wamp-wamp, she, wet-wet
(Mr. Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, oh, bet that
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, aye
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, oh, wet-wet
(Mr. Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, nigga bet that
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, oh, I'ma get you wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she should bet that
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Lil mama should bet that
Wet-wet, ay, bet that
Wamp-wamp, oh, wet-wet
Bet that, lil mama, wet-wet

[Young Thug:]
Bet it up, yeah yeah, bet it up, yeah
When I f*ck it I'ma f*ckin' f*ck it up yeah
I ain't pillow talking, ain't tryna get stuck with
A fat bitch, f*ck around and be your lunch
Good problem, you can't never and you stuck with it
Girl I see you tryna inchy inchy up with me
Long as you operate your own motherf*cking business
I'ma make sure that you never go without, get it
Trap phone and its still on
Big eyes, you can't do wrong
Good feet looking unique
Pockets fat like Monique
Got a trophy with the Rollie
Now she acting like she owe me, owe me
Yeah, you don't ever ever owe me
Good luck like a four leaf, four leaf

Bet it all, bet it all
She pulled up in a Benz truck
She nail it up, she nail it up
She peacock wit the colors
Middle finger, stick it up
If you ain't never gave no f*cks
Get behind her, put it in her butt
Then beat it up

[Young Thug & Wyclef Jean:]
Wamp-wamp, she, wet-wet
(Mr. Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, oh, bet that
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, aye
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, oh, wet-wet
(Mr. Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, nigga bet that
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, oh, I'ma get you wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she should back that
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Lil mama should bet that
Wet-wet, ay, bet that
Wamp-wamp, oh, wet-wet
Bet that, lil mama, wet-wet
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Pick Up The Phone

Yeah, oh, yeah
Ooh, Thugger, yeah
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yeah

I pour a four up
I call your hoe up (yeah)
Just to f*ck her and show her (just to f*ck her)
I just went, got my dough up (I just went got my dough up)
Pullin' off and I'm gone (skrrt, skrrt)
Then I go and pour four up (then I go and up a four)
Then I roll up that roll up (roll up, roll up)
Then I'm callin' your hoe up (callin' your hoe up)
(Like, brrt)

Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

Never will I cheat on you (yeah)
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you (yeah)
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2 (ooh, yeah)
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin' (brr)

Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

Pour up a four of that Actavis (Act')
Lean like my mothaf*ckin' granny did (woo)
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz (hey)
I stacked it up, now I'm just better livin' (cash)
Got screws in my mouth, I'm just preppin' it (ha)
I'm f*ckin' this cash, I'm not celibate (ha)
I'm packin' it up like a reverend (whoa)
I need all this cash, I got hella kids (woo)
I'ma play dumb and get left in the middle (yeah, yeah)
Back the f*ck up, you too little (whoa, whoa)
Hit 'em with three like I'm Miller (yeah, yeah)
I don't talk to no man in the middle (uh-uh)
I don't talk to no man, I'm just kiddin' (I swear)
But I did pay my sister's tuition (woo)
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery (yeah)
Walkin' off with it like Sonny Liston (whoa)
Mama told me I'm her brightest star (yeah)
Mama told me don't hate on the law (ow)
Because everybody got a job (what?)
Because everybody won't be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherf*cker around here wan' be a part (swear, swear, swear)
She gon' do anything in her power to be with ya' boy (like, brrt)

Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you (ayy, ayy)
I like the way you be freezin' (Quavo)

Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin' baby, Home Alone (home Alone)
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong (I was wrong)
I hate when we fight (hate)
She in love with the pipe (pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don't take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice (Celine)
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you're so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin' on four and I'm shootin' dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I'm lovin' all races (all races)
Hell nah, don't discriminize (no)
Drinkin' on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes (skrrt)
If I ever call your phone, baby
Best believe it's only one time (brrt)

Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up and murk too
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin' (like, brrt)

Pick up the phone, baby (like, brrt)
(Like, brrt)
I'm in the zone, baby
Pick up the phone, baby (like, brrt)
(Like, brrt)
I'm in the zone, baby
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jacques Webster, Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Allen Raphael Ritter, Adam King Feeney, Brittany Talia Hazzard, Anderson Hernandez, Michael George Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Jeffery (originally titled No, My Name is Jeffery) is the fourth commercial mixtape by American rapper Young Thug. It was released for retail purchase on August 26, 2016, by 300 Entertainment and Atlantic Records. The mixtape features guest appearances from Travis Scott, Gucci Mane, Gunna, Quavo, Offset, and Wyclef Jean. It also features production from TM88, Wheezy, and Young Thug himself (credited as his first name/album namesake Jeffery).

Jeffery charted at number eight on the US Billboard 200, and received widespread acclaim from critics. Its artwork, which features Young Thug in a dress, went viral. The mixtape was named among the best releases of 2016 by several publications, including Pitchfork, Fact, Complex, and Rolling Stone.
Performed By: Young Thug
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap, pop, psychedelic rap
Length: 42:15
Released: August 26th, 2016
Year: 2016

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