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Homie – Young Thug feat. Meek Mill lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Homie

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don’t even pour it up
We pullin’ up foreign, we walk through the club and the b*tches they knowin’ us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin’ that Robituss’
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin’ up
Player, oh you the homie
If you didn’t tell then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin’ Chanel, then you the b*tch
I got me a Birkin like I’m a b*tch
These niggas they tellin’, they counterfeit.

Put that f*ckboy on the newspaper
In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
f*ck nigga, try me at any angle
I’ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
Boy, you gon’ turn him into an angel?
f*ck yeah, turn him to an angel
Don’t come around with the anger
You know everybody having bangers
If a p***y nigga play with me
Swear to god Kirk Franklin can’t save him
I can get you whacked real easy
You are not a Power Ranger, you a stranger
P***y nigga you’re no danger
Gangster b*tch with me, she’ll spank ya
Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger
She’ll close range ya, hah
Drinkin’ ‘Tussin’, nigga slow it down
RIP to Troupe, pour it out
You want me dead but I can’t ever die
They livin’ false, but I can never lie
Mob baby, baby I got ties
I want chicken wings on the side
You got higher dreams when you fly
Until then you’re never near the sky.

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don’t even pour it up
We pullin’ up foreign, we walk through the club and the b*tches they knowin’ us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin’ that Robituss’
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin’ up
Player, oh you the homie
If you didn’t tell then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin’ Chanel, then you the b*tch
I got me a Birkin like I’m a b*tch
These niggas they tellin’, they counterfeit.

You was the plug, then you the homie
You never tell, then you the homie
You know it’s nothin’ but shooters on me
Them niggas know and never movin’ on me
I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
Look like I got the computers on me
I’ma get back at your stupid a*s
We gon’ whack you to better the sooner homie
I be f*cking your Wednesday crush
I’m with that b*tch and she droolin’ on me
All of that s**t be made up
I’m poppin’ and they makin’ up rumors on me
She gon’ jump on this dick and manuever on me
I’ma cut her a check and she gon’ do it for me
Even though my lil’ b*tches be used to money
Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money nigga, woahhh.

I took the bales out in the rainy weather
This a eight passeng’ jet, this is not propeller
I’m a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, German Sheppard, uh
Yeah I’m rich, kid, but I’m so ready to Bobby, Whitney
Can’t let you go outside, I just cannot let you dig it.

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don’t even pour it up
We pullin’ up foreign, we walk through the club and the b*tches they knowin’ us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin’ that Robituss’
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin’ up
Player, oh you the homie versuri-lyrics.info
If you didn’t tell then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin’ Chanel, then you the b*tch
I got me a Birkin like I’m a b*tch
These niggas they tellin’, they counterfeit.

Yeah, I got a motherf*cking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I’m sayin’?
With some motherf*cking Giuseppe sandals on, b*tch
Know what I’m sayin’, with my tattoos on my toes too, by the way, know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all hundreds
Blue cheese, no ranch
How you dig that, know what I’m sayin’
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
With a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel
It’s YSL slime s**t
You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin’ ready, you understand what I’m sayin’?
Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I’ma take ittt.
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Relationship – Young Thug feat. Future lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Relationship

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girl go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me.

No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, “It’s all yours”
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, comin’ down the street, new Jag
Turbo b*tch ’bout to drag, nigga had M’s ‘fore a*s
Got a brand new b*tch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan, cocaine, kilo tan
All a b*tch wanna do is shine, Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter, you went from a dime to a quarter
I Chico DeBarge it, I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suck on my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m higher than the moon, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons.

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me.

I don’t do jet-skis, give me the yacht please
I made you queen status, check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my b*tches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your b*tch in a backpack versuri-lyrics.info
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche they kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private.

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help meee.
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Smash – Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Smash

Ayy man, I went on Instagram, man, my mothaf*ckin’ boy, man, he up there in Boston, shawty.
I’m talkin’ ’bout man, nigga got a whole see-through elevator.
You know when you wanna go down, downward or upward?
You know, he get the chance to really see that.
Know what I’m sayin’? Wires and everything, forreal.
(Thugger, Thugger!) Glass top elevator! Woo, woo!
We got London on da Track!(smash)

We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it)
We gon’ smash on these b*tches, yeah you know it
Flex up on ’em pussy niggas bad, boy
Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow
I’m doin’ the thang, I got it bad
I make it rain, we thunder bad
I change the weather, they forecast it
I’m back to facts, no more dabbin’
No more fightin’, no more strappin’
No more dabbin’, no more trappin’
No more cappin’, no more lackin’
No more raggin’, no more naggin’ (Thugger, Thugger).

We goin’ brazy, break the internet (hey)
We goin’ brazy, break the internet
We Rolls Rizzle, the all white, hey
We catch your b*tch, we take a flight, wait
The Rollie red like a beam
f*ck your dream and your team, huh
You play with anybody versuri-lyrics.info
Turn your shirt to my skin
Hey, we drip on anybody
Get it kicked off the team
Yeah, we richer than everybody
At least that’s what it seems
Nigga know we dippin’, dabbin’
We spit off fire like a dragon
We beat it, beat it with a cannon
That poom-poom look the baddest
My ho from Dallas like a Maverick
Go to Africa to get some karats
Make her call ’em, it’s no karats
Fight ’em all, nigga jabbin’
Cover your face, go to wildin’
Take your whole family to an island
Shoot him in his back, Ricky Bobby
Now I know you get the picture
I want you to stop all the violence.

We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it)
We gon’ smash on these b*tches, yeah you know it
Flex up on ’em pussy niggas bad, boy
Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow
I’m doin’ the thang, I got it bad
I make it rain, we thunder bad
I change the weather, they forecast it
I’m back to facts, no more dabbin’
No more fightin’, no more strappin’
No more dabbin’, no more trappin’
No more caddin’, no more lackin’
No more raggin’, no more nagginnn.
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Safe – Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Safe

Yeahhh, I got you boo
Together forever, man any problem you got, b*tch I got it too
Together forever, man any problem you got, b*tch I got it too
Wheezy beats.(safe)

I’ll cock it back, I’m ready to fire that chrome, hey
I was out the country, ain’t know what time I’m on (different time zones)
I was tryna get the devil out of my charms
I was thankin’ God, I was thankin’ Allah I’m on
I spend more money on security than I make
Just to be safe (just to be safe)
Just to be safe, dawg (just to be safe, dawg)
I spend more money on security than I make
Just to be safe, dawg
Gotta make it home.

Hop out the Bent and into the coupe
Fuzz hit my family, they switchin’ it up
It ain’t nothin’ I could do (nothin’ I could do)
My dresser full of diamonds
I ride with that wooly, I pour my own juice
Just in case a nigga look on me, and try run up on me
I’ma f*ck with the cougars
Elliantte gon’ flood me, man f*ck it I’m stuntin’ on you
I hope you lay down and remember that I was just gunnin’ for you (fool)
They told me that I was gon’ end up like MC Hammer
Cause everything I get, I try to invest it in you
You too and you too
In the daytime a nigga havin’ nightmares
I wonder if he answerin’ every one of my prayers
Hate to say it but I go broke ’bout anyone of my peers
You ain’t gon’ never change this sh*t
Yea, I’m bustin’ down, yeah
Every single mothaf*cker ’round me rich, we just gon’ bust down, bust down
Ain’t gon’ get no second chance, you crossed me
I don’t give a f*ck about you
Yea, I’ma give up on you
Yea, I’ma hit the clutch ’bout you (skrt)
I’ma throw it up by ya, yea, you better have luck by ya
Can’t nobody ever beat the triple cross
I got snake in my veins, snake in my drawls
I got snake on my attire, snake inside my wounds
I put snakes around your eyes and, man, you gon’ move.

I’ll cock it back, I’m ready to fire that chrome, hey
I was out the country, ain’t know what time I’m on
I was tryna get the devil out of my charms
I was thankin’ God, I was thankin’ Allah I’m on
I spend more money on security than I make
Just to be safe (I spend more money)
Just to be safe, dawg versuri-lyrics.info
I spend more money on security than I make
Just to be safe, dawg (just to be safe)
Gotta make it home.

And I just wanna make it back to my kiddies
And I just wanna sit back and count these digits
Don’t plan on lettin’ nobody take their place
I pay more money to security than I make
And it’s crazy but it’s safe
I get to runnin’ ’round in peace everyday
I know my niggas go monkey like Bathing Ape
I tried to tell you, but you had to learn late
I was just holdin’ you down and you didn’t stay down like you ‘posed to
I had you rollin’ around in that Bentley Mulsanne and the Rolls too
I had you glossin’ on all of these b*tches just like you was ‘posed to
I got you latest Chanel, and the latest Fendi, and the Gucci too
I told you, I love you forever
I’m never gon’ change, I’m not stoppin’, boo
I told you, I was gonna keep your lil’ bank account full
And your pocket too
I start at your ear, I’ma lick it, then f*ck around and end at the bottom, boo
Together forever, man
Any problem that you got, b*tch, I got it too.

I’ll cock it back, I’m ready to fire that chrome, hey
I was out the country, ain’t know what time I’m on (different time zones)
I was tryna get the devil out of my charms
I was thankin’ God, I was thankin’ Allah I’m on
I spend more money on security than I make
Just to be safe (just to be safe)
Just to be safe, dawg (just to be safe, dawg)
I spend more money on security than I make
Just to be safe, dawg
Gotta make it homeee.
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