young thug time of ya life

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[hook]
no fuss, you dont have to fight
find you a swag get high as a kite
travel round the world catching private flights
we gon have a party only for one night
gon have the time of ya life, ya life gon have the time of ya life, ya life
gon have the time of ya life, ya life gon have the time of ya life, ya life

[verse 1: young thug]
party hard, fuck what they say just party hard
dowie kartel with me he my body guard (blatt)
them niggas around him them his bodyguards, (blatt, blatt)
no homo, we party though, we get narley though we smoke dro we fuck on hoes
and we rock shows, thats what i’m here for, i got young silk with me
he bought a louis vuitton quilt for me
and i don’t smoke nun’ but stank i got germs
drink nun but syrup and i got worms
we in this bitch and we gon’ party hard till they end this bitch, yeah

[hook]
no fuss, you don’t have to fight
find you a swag get high as a kite
travel round the world catching private flights
we gon have a party only for one night
gon have the time of ya life, ya life gon have the time of ya life, ya life
gon have the time of ya life, ya life gon have the time of ya life, ya life

[verse 2: young thug]
i say gon’ have the time don’t think twice
you like to gamble i got dice i got rice (i got rice)
and it’s white just like lights i pop molly, i pop two i pop thrice
i’m high living, i’m not kiddin’ i really get it, i got shows i can’t dream nomo’
i got dough i can’t feign nomo’ kick just bought the club it ain’t free nomo’
yea, party, party, partayyy let’s get narley, narley, narleyyy
no box no bicardi, i’m just kidding i drink syrup i need to stop it

[hook]
no fuss, you don’t have to fight
find you a swag get high as a kite
travel round the world catching private flights
we gon have a party only for one night
gon have the time of ya life, ya life gon have the time of ya life, ya life
gon have the time of ya life, ya life gon have the time of ya life, ya life

[verse 2: lil silk]
its my year, 20 12 i’m taking over
i woke up with some luie kicks and fell asleep on a gucci sofa (designer baby)
thug you can count on me like 1 2 3 and i’mma bring some bad girls just to comfort you and me
i be bucking every club i ain’t scared of you niggas
i am kicking so much shit, need a extra leg for you niggas
this gun don’t play no games it need a trigger for the trigger
i’m bool with smm just keep the m inside the middle (millions)
i just came to party and she just came to come with me (lets go)
i’m bout’ to blow i’m like hold up who put the bomb on me (who did that to me)
bosscrew quay with me, and he gon shoot fasum
thats ya girl ok cool cause she gon’ choose fasum (thug)

[hook]
no fuss, you don’t have to fight
find you a swag get high as a kite
travel round the world catching private flights
we gon have a party only for one night
gon have the time of ya life, ya life gon have the time of ya life, ya life
gon have the time of ya life, ya life gon have the time of ya life, ya life

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young thug stoner

welcome to https://fromjessiewithlove.wordpress.com young thug stoner Lyrics, singer by YOUNG THUG

[hook]
i’m a stoner, i’m a stoner, i’m a stoner
i’m a stoner, i’m a stoner, i’m a stoner
i’m a stoner, i’m a stoner, i’m a stoner
i’m a motherfuckin’ stoner
i just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss
i just put ten thousand on my bitch just like a boss
i just drank with ysl just like a f boss
just like a f boss, just like a boss boss

[verse 1]
thugger thugger, you
i want michael jackson land, ohh
aww i’ma cash out
i’m high as hell ain’t got no satellites on me
i tell that bitch i feel like fabo
i feel like fabo, i feel like fabo
i feel like fabo, i feel like fabo
i feel like fabo, i feel just like fabo
i’m back at it, juug man voice (yung ralph)
bankhead
hear my song way from y t c r o b s m m, now we ysl venom
slime thugger wit it, slime dk wit it
slime wicced wit it, slime mondo wit it
slime slugger with it, slime bubba wit it
slime check wit it
count hundreds and fifties off everyone’s city

[hook]

[verse 2]
running that money up, like ya ’bout to start trial
when you beat the case, turn into a stoner child
we don’t stand in line, foreign shoes hurt your feet
everybody stoned, weed, lean
every time i walk inside the club i see everybody looking
you know i’m a stoner i love drugs and i can’t never be tooken
and you can suck my banana, but i won’t eat your pudding
so come a lil closer, my bitch won’t know ya
andalé andalé andalé [x2]
how the fuck a nigga think he gone survive on a ysl runway (how fool?)
my glasses are metro no blood off your chest
i control ya ho like net and flex
your bitch at my dinner she wet like a fish
i took off her three legs, t rex

[hook]

[outro]
i feel like fabo, i feel like fabo
i feel like fabo, i feel like fabo
i feel like fabo, i feel like fabo
i feel just like

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young thug paradise

welcome to https://fromjessiewithlove.wordpress.com young thug paradise Lyrics, singer by YOUNG THUG

[intro:]
woo! woo!
thugger!
uh

[verse 1:]
heard these niggas sneak dissing
i don’t know how i’ma go about it
i had a bitch and then i left her
cause she think i like a bitch that used to show her body
these silly games ain’t nothing serious
if she fresh i know she fuck for something on her body
i swear to god i’m so delirious
that a coke frame would make me empty my pockets
rollie pollie ollie nigga
i got 3 strikes and i ain’t bowling nigga, psh
i been poppin’ lots of shit when i was rich
the same shit poppin’ with a quarter nigga
pockets are all swollen nigga
i want that face like a emoji nigga
i’m the same nigga boolin’ on the block
like it’s never been a cop
like my ring ain’t worth a solar system

[hook:]
come with me to paradise
i’ll be your king you are my wife
i’ve never been in love oh my
i need you to complete these ties

[verse 2:]
fuck a lake, i got fish here
kill him, tell his momma get well
i’ma pull off watch me fishtail (skurrrrt!)
spelling ysl
where my lean at, i need potion
i ride the beat, i never roll it
i never gave them swag, they stole it
i transform like i’m in otis
let’s play a game, bankrolls on us
fresh kids, there are never same clothes on us
we the slimes, big snakes, can’t poison us
hundos in my pockets and they ain’t old as us
pussy niggas get buried today
all my ex bitches might get embarrassed today
i’m high as all flight attendants today
milk carton your bitch is missing today

[hook:]
come with me to paradise
i’ll be your king you are my wife
i’ve never been in love oh my
i need you to complete these ties

[verse 3:]
this nigga talking about this
and this nigga talking about that
and i don’t know who to believe
to be honest i don’t care
just keep that lying shit over there
i don’t want that germ on my team
one bitch sucking on my dick
another bitch eating her from the back
tell me who wanna join the scene?
i said who wants to join the scene?
boss up
b o s s nigga, boss up
run that check up and blow a lil something
blow it then you stack it back up to the sun
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[hook:]
come with me to paradise
i’ll be your king you are my wife
i’ve never been in love oh my
i need you to complete these ties

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young thug pacifier

welcome to https://fromjessiewithlove.wordpress.com young thug pacifier Lyrics, singer by YOUNG THUG

[verse 1:]
cut the chase, i wanna nut in this place
and i know she liked a nigga taste, i can see it in her face
now don’t make me a cute little christian, i don’t feel like ma$e
ride for a nigga, step inside the house got my mentals erased
i ain’t tryna roll no dice, i just wanna make it right
when i fuck her i’m a turn her, turn her over
turn her, turn her like ike
i’m on the burner, on the burner, still concerned her
shit ain’t steak like a burger, or nothing
mortified, i need a pope, need a coroner, or something
better yet watch a

[chorus:]
pacifier, pacifier, pacifier
nigga need a pacifier, pacifier
shake your rumidi bum bum
bleed the block, bleed the rock
bleed the bumbaclot rock, bleed the cops
bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed

[verse 2:]
bad lil bitch with some bad lil tits
need to put a little hip in it
damn, climbing up the pole because she put a little split in it
if i whip the dope up i’m a put a little whip in it
when i whip the dope i’m looking to break my wrist the way i’m spinning it
got a bad little date, swear to god i got a bad little date
young thugger scrappy… okay!
bought the little bitch a black mink like george of the jungle, she’s a ape
and i don’t care not what they say, i eat that dinner plate
nigga hotter than the summer, still catch a player in the street
i’m a catch your momma, then i might just fuck your momma
all because i made jam of the week
mtv young living, stop that like they stop my digits for odd reason i never end up weak
i sell miley cyrus, ain’t no meeting miley cyrus
you get miley cyrus can’t eat nothing for weeks
so pass me a molly, new

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
how the hell they got me lean
nigga living life so foul and it’s a crime scene
i don’t ball for decoration bitch i’m tryna eat
niggas sit inside the trenches, all my couches bleed
all the niggas diamonds going dumb like i’m arnold schwarzenegger
nah it ain’t drake but my community gated
niggas falling off cause they communities hated
but the community wouldn’t be hating if they were atin
oops i mean eating
my niggas eat for no reason, they feast for no reason
i do not got on no mink but i’m beasting
i swear to god bitch i’m beasting
and i’m a pull up in the 9 11
then i’m pulling back up in the drophead
make her drop pants
make the bitch drop dead
when it come to this shit, i’m a pro, no ked
drinking on this easter pink, i feel like an egg
attracted to these drugs, i feel like a fucking fed
and i know you ain’t bout that, but i’m bout that
where the fuck the sprite at?
it’s a baby bottle, not a

[chorus]

[bridge:]
the streets ain’t ready, yeeaaaa
all your bitches want a piece of me
i swear to god these hoes want a piece of mink
whooo, nigga think he want piece of me
no you don’t want a piece
you not ready you need you a

[chorus]

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young thug out my face

welcome to https://fromjessiewithlove.wordpress.com young thug out my face Lyrics, singer by YOUNG THUG

[pre hook: rich homie quan]
paparazzi tryna take pics, tell the 4 get the fuck out my face
i don’t fuck with 12’s cause i heard they were listenin’ to a nigga’s conversations
i fucked that nigga’s bitch, mane trippin’, better tell him get the fuck out my face
i got it tucked in my jeans, and i got my nigga thug with me
and he gon’ tell you get the fuck out my face

[hook: young thug rich homie quan]
boy get the fuck out my face
y’all get the fuck out my face
please get the fuck out my face
someone get him out my face
please get the fuck out my muh’fuckin’ face
please get the fuck out my muh’fuckin’ face
please get the fuck out my muh’fuckin’ face
bitch get the fuck out my face

[verse 1: young thug]
hundreds stashed in robin’s, i won’t tell nobody
i won’t touch your body, ass soft as jelly
i’m the real tony montana, i got 50 naked bitches on the banana boat
luxury, sunny, young thugger need loc’s, my water heavy i need me a float
he got them birds in a fender bender
thugger let your bitch suck him up in rentals
call me with the deal like a fuckin’ pickle
i just went platinum like a fuckin’ nickel
how you think i wasn’t gon’ go?
how the fuck you feel i ain’t gon?
everything i say, i stand up to it
nigga count ill like he fuckin’ jewish
i can’t read substituted rights
get the fuck out my face or else we fight
i hate that we the next superstars boy
if you don’t know why, tell ’em quan

[pre hook]

[hook]

[verse 2: future]
what it do, fool?
freeband gang, you know what we do
future billie jean reincarted
these bitches fascinated, with my conversation, my lingo
get a load of me, have you hallucinatin’
i’m hypnotizin’ ladies
i got ’em in the matrix
fresh out the yam spot, gon’ pull the lam’ out
gon’ pull your cam out, never blend in
cause i always stand out, when i came out
brought a swag out, and some bands out
them two cups are dirty, my necklace on a birdy
and i ball before the hall of fame, james worthy
and i’m drinkin’ on magic, yellow purple
you can have a sip, if you get dirty

[pre hook]

[hook]

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young thug myself

welcome to https://fromjessiewithlove.wordpress.com young thug myself Lyrics, singer by YOUNG THUG

[chorus:]
i can’t get beside myself
remain the person that i am, i can’t disguise myself
if that lil baby can cook, i might just try myself
i swear to god they rape me, i’ll buy myself
no way these aqua babies want my goddamn help
i give my love to you, and my son named jeff
i flood you with them jewels out the water like phelps
i wish you never knew nothing bout myself cause you know i got that tool right beside my belt
bitch, i’m looking at you, i can’t hide myself
you know i got them racks stacked up like a shelf
i promise i won’t stop until i find myself
i got way to the top, and yes i climbed myself
that fuck nigga think he cool, i’ma iron him myself
i did a song with dej loaf, and i tried her myself
and if she ever say yes i’ma dive in myself (whishhh)

if i walk in on it i’m stoppin in the back
i just bought a mink rabbit, not jack, not a rat
i got rings, yes, 6 no pack
starin at my jewelery end up blind like a bat
like her pants halfway down i got motherfuckin crack
hey, i got motherfuckin crack
i might ride with my crips they say motherfuckin clack
looking over my shoulder at all these ants like where they at?
(brupp brupp) bleet bleet i’ma player i got tricks up my motherfuckin sleeve (whoa)
today i am with jay z like bey
i’ll make it storm if one dollar land on me
i’ma boss, i nutted on her forehead! (boss)
if she ever stop i’ma need some more head (boss)
i be ridin fast, gettin that slow head
cut down her woods, i got that mo head!

[chorus]

dive in, that lil pussy (yaahh!)
douche it, all types of tushy (yaahh!)
i need napkins, pussy wet it need some napkins
baptist
hey that pussy wet like it got baptised

ma control that pussy, come here pussy, come here
make that pussy set up while i fuck her with her [?]
2016 [?]
fuck all those cats yeah we doggin in here
that bentley got brown wood like a spalding in here
i got a million outfits, you can go shopping in here
and if you hatin 9 times outta 10 you floppin this year
screaming flex just like flocka in here
i’ma beast, i’ma beast, i’ma goddamn beast
all these fuck niggas hatin but don’t feast like these
i’ma boss, bitch i’m sosa on like chief keef beats
i got rich, papi shoulda told you to be like me
i swear i’m bleeding so bad i said be like me
she bought a cat, i bought a jag i told her be like me!
i got a big bag like i went shopping
i’m not a police, but i got copies! (coppies)
ya dig!

[chorus]

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young thug i need chickens

welcome to https://fromjessiewithlove.wordpress.com young thug i need chickens Lyrics, singer by YOUNG THUG

[chorus:]
i buy rollies in la worth a milli
she running low and she need it, i know she willing
i keep my bankrolls, i don’t treat her like she kidney
home of the falcons no football
i need them chickens
bae, i need chickens
mama, i need chickens
i need some chickens

[verse 1:]
bae asked if i was hungry, only if you stop and get it
diamonds pinker than a pony, running with 26 chickens
i’m a stunt on my neighbors, kids see me on cable
thick drink, purple maple, i coulda went and bought some acres
pull up swagging, no blazer, cooking dope with a apron
getting numbers to the pager, know no cop then we don’t save m
draw down with the pistol then erase em
nigga soo high they need a fantasia
i need a brown ho like a baby
i’m a hated baby with rabies
i ain’t talking to the boxer when i say a.b
aye she go’n open up and then jerk me

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
plug, plug, putting them birds in the box
putting them birds in the truck
stuff that lil muthafucka down, stuff that lil bitch to the ground
when i pull up to the town, know that i got myself pounds
rounds, i’m gonna gun his ass down, fuck all your hoes in one round
burr, burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
i’m a pull up high like i took a shroom
bitch i’m super fly like a witch with a broom
thugger harry potter fly, boming soon
my nigga just walked in like he in this bitch
no snitching we lead him in a ditch
tampered with, ya dig?
take his bitch, ya dig?
fuck his kids, ya dig?
shoot his wig, ya dig?
i know i

[chorus]

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young thug b****

welcome to https://fromjessiewithlove.wordpress.com young thug b**** Lyrics, singer by YOUNG THUG

[hook: x2]
moment of truth these hoes the truth
get behind them closed doors no tellin’ what they gone do
they’ll lie to him she’ll lie to you
she’ll lie to herself she don’t need no proof

shawty way way out of your league
she’ll fuck yo main man get you something ta eat
that’s why i fuck her like i wanna i fuck her like i wanna

[verse 1:]
fuck her like i wanna you know she a goner
hit that bitch one time and pass her to the homies
now she can’t stay off of me she like a piranha.
and she say i taste sweet like the candy called mamabas
yum!
i taste like bubble gum
other people want some or a little or one.
but she ain’t gettin’ shit unless she suckin’ dick or hittin’ splits with nothing on but lipstick.
i don’t let her smell my privacy
that’s an a apology
what’s yo problem b
(blattt blattt)!

[hook]

[verse 2:]
that bitch will fuck yo best friend they’ll never end
then come home to you smelling like a bag of mid
you nasty bitch get off of me
i’m not j money bitch i don’t won’t that sauce on me
stupid bitch even got yo momma ballin’ me
talkin’ brazy like i ain’t blood like baby.
let me stop cause she keep sayin’ she savin’ me
from her uncles like they can’t find lil haiti
bitch you know where it is i’ll be waitin’ for you me an all of my friends
i meant all of my kin.
keep playin i’ll fuck all of your friends and it’s goen sound like…
(blatt! blattttttt!)

[hook]

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young thug love me forever

welcome to https://fromjessiewithlove.wordpress.com young thug love me forever Lyrics, singer by YOUNG THUG

i want you to love me forever [x4]

she let me ride it like a caravan baby
i swear i need you to come lay right there with me
she say she down and she gon lay and care for me
i don’t know why she like the air that i’m breathing in
baby, breathe in with me
you make me go brazy, i know you won’t judge me
you might turn to wifey, give you wife things and babies

[chorus:]
i want you to love me forever [x4]
baby you know that i came here for your destiny
she wanna drop it if she can, she can baby
she wanna lock in when with her hand, yeah a marriage

she want it heavy like a bear
i told her drop that shit right here
i cut that pussy, barber chair
then i’m goin (psh) off in the air

shine it up then bounce it
climbing in it just like a mountain
my bankroll big like a bouncer
spitting game like a counselor
big old cross like a pastor
pop that pussy like a snapple
bitch i’m bleeding, where the napkins
bite it red like an apple
screaming free my brothers
i still sleep with my mother
last week i made a quarter
plus i still respect others
i can’t believe it’s not butter
that little bitch might be my supper
i get respect from her brother
crenshaw boolin, nipsey hussle
still prepared for them arrest ysl we goin’ wrestle
chanel pouch on my left
fuck the cops we don’t play it
benjamins, grants talk back
i be like who is that?
they be like where you at?
meet at the valley at sax

[chorus]

i want you to love me forever [x2]
until we meet each other, oh
i want you to love me forever
love me forever
i want you to love me forever

she love my life and don’t care
i flood my bitch and i don’t care what they say about it
you just a diamond in the mine and you dirty
i like my bitches brown like james, no worthy
scratched out the alphabet, ‘cept b bitch
whoa, she standing naked bookin’ bicky
whoa, i need them thick thighs on my chicken
you know, just got dropped off by scotty pippen
whoa, and i just wanna be loved

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young thug my baby

welcome to https://fromjessiewithlove.wordpress.com young thug my baby Lyrics, singer by YOUNG THUG

[hook:]
okay lil mama sharp with a razor
okay lil mama fresher than a blazer
no way, i cannot fuck it in the anus
hey yeah, baby we get kurt, no angle
and i got stripes like a bengal
and i can send ’em from every angle
holy ghost with an angel
holy moly mango
i’m a stand up right beside my baby
if a pussy nigga play he might just die by my baby
shoulda never tried my baby
no we don’t die, we multiply my baby
hurry up and sign it my baby
it’s simple jus sign the dotted line my baby
i pull up and ride with my baby
new rollie for my child and my baby

[verse 1:]
do it like you always wanted
thugger, baby i want your top, head
my diamonds are goin’ dumb, sped
i’m inside your mouth like gum
experiment, no wreck, i put dents on a bitch
i’ll buy her mink, not trench, i’m a pimp
big racks got me walkin’ with a limp
buyin’ rollies on rollies like i’m flavor flavor’s shrimp
versace cover, roll that bitch up like some weed
she whip that ass like her name neff b
i got more karats than a cavity
baby don’t pull it out of your teeth
we go shoppin’ at bal harbour for the beach
ain’t talkin car but i need her to spoil me
and i’m a beat that pussy, concrete
like a mothafuckin’ street
i’m a feed her my milk
every time i feel tired, i need three hoes like a elf
you’re a ho, ho, ho don’t care i’m a keep it all to myself
tie my ties on your belt
with cha till ya dead and pale
i heard someone’s there walked in and said

[hook:]
okay lil mama sharp with a razor
okay lil mama fresher than a blazer
no way, i cannot fuck it in the anus
hey yeah, baby we get kurt, no angle
and i got stripes like a bengal
and i can send ’em from every angle
holy ghost with an angel
holy moly mango
i’m a stand up right beside my baby
if a pussy nigga play he might just die by my baby
shoulda never tried my baby
no we don’t die, we multiply my baby
hurry up and sign it my baby
it’s simple jus sign the dotted line my baby
i pull up and ride with my baby
new rollie for my child and my baby

[verse 2:]
eli manning, peyton manning throwin’ dick in that hole
she told me that she love the way i dress, like a prince but i’m a boy
i made the chart
and like wayne, baby it’s all at the start
girl i’m just startin’ with that pussy
i eat cha hunny bun ya pussy
you have me smilin when you’re lookin’
big ole’ round booty soft as cushion
stop talkin’, pussy nigga, you a wussy
tryna reach, nigga, he might be bookin’
sprayin’ my cologne now we smell just like some cookies
and if you suck that dick, don’t kiss my jaw or else i’m mushin
daddy time, daddy time
got a room full of big booty bitches, it’s my prime
filled with iron, filled with iron
i throw some ones, baby catch it like the swine
i fill my truck up with nothin’ but that diesel
i let that mac 90 vibrate just like a beeper
y’all livin’ cheaper, nigga this the sequel
i’m laughin’ at these pussy niggas like a hyena

[hook:]
okay lil mama sharp with a razor
okay lil mama fresher than a blazer
no way, i cannot fuck it in the anus
hey yeah, baby we get kurt, no angle
and i got stripes like a bengal
and i can send ’em from every angle
holy ghost with an angel
holy moly mango
i’m a stand up right beside my baby
if a pussy nigga play he might just die by my baby
shoulda never tried my baby
no we don’t die, we multiply my baby
hurry up and sign it my baby
it’s simple jus sign the dotted line my baby
i pull up and ride with my baby
new rollie for my child and my baby

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