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Young Thug – Tsunami Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs
Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along
Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’
Aviator Keyyz, right behind me
Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate

[Verse 1]
Hundred thousand E’s
I pull up with a hundred pounds of weed
Aviator Chanel, double C’s
I got every single kind out
Told the girl ain’t no timeout
I perfected this rhymin’
Nothin’ but foreigns I’m ridin’ in
Finally rich and it’s showin’, and I’m lettin’ it
I’ve been goin’ near the sun lately
Everything that I’m in, yeah, it came, yeah
I got 26 Cuban Doll chains, yeah
Nigga takin’ this shit down Sunset

[Chorus]
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs
Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along
Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’
Aviator Keyyz, right behind me
Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate

[Verse 2]
I like the way she give head
I call her Mitchell and Ness
I keep a drum on the TEC (brrt)
I gotta protect all my kids (brrt)
I don’t need no help with this (brrt)
Bitch, put my kids on your tits
I put your name on my wrist
Right, Richard Mille my wrist
See my bag, bitch, see my bitch behind me
Gold diamonds with, match the side-kick
I made promises, and I’m keepin’ it
Get the Range Rover, autobiography
Talkin’ crazy, slap his ass with the shine (brr)
Put the, light up wrists at any time (brr)
Ric Flair with the times, eww
Big B’s everywhere, suu whoop (brr, brr)
Shawty said I be the realest, can’t get enough of this killin’
The weed that I smoke feel like chitlins, postin’ your wifey on trend list
I been tied in with the killings, I been tied in with the dealers
I put some rings on my fingers, hand shinin’ like the Thriller
Whippin’ it, go grab the trigger, foreigns behind me, BMF
Boy in the jet with the real plug, two hundred racks of skrilla
Red bottoms, she a killer, red bottoms, she a killer
Gucci slides for the chillin’, Jimmy Choo when I miss her
Three times a week, nails, shawty takin’ good care
Wheezy went and popped a bail, Young Keyzz go Alicia
Who you meant? oh well, I could never not tell
I’m not tryna do it well, buy Chanels for your tears

[Chorus]
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs
Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along
Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’
Aviator Keyyz, right behind me
Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate

Young Thug – Goin Up Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Keed]
Yeah
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby
Keed
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I put some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean
I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean
I add Chanel on the rip of shawty’s jeans (slatt)
I need a Tylenol, I’m popped too many beans
I’m at the VMA awards, now bring ’em out
I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (tighten it up)
I told your darling, shawty was on south
I take this Rari, park it at the house
I tell her it stop it, call me and take this up
I told her to stop it, I got on my knees up
I bought you the Rollie, you know it came forty-four B’d up, yeah
Cupid fishbowl is at the top
I put the tint on it (yeah), she tryna sit on it (yeah)
I throw the climax (what?), I got the deal on it, yeah
It came in wireless (what?), I spent a rent on it (yeah)
I’m smokin’ on thrax pack, gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (that’s kush)
You catch a body, gotta put appeal on it, yeah
I’m Prince high-key, straight out the trenches with it, yeah
I’m Bob Marley, the next century yeah
Hopped in with your boo
Wanna see chest up and then nothin’ else

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
MG, Benz truck, we speedin’
Yeah she say she down, she just wanna be ’round me
Yes I’m havin’ European denim on my bottom
I got niggas who won’t squeal and they came straight from the bottom, yeah yeah
Sunset sherbert in my lungs
I rock out the show, count them racks in the morning
VVS diamonds, we havin’ some pointers
I pull up with slime, them snakes out the jungle
Neck flooded, you gon’ need a sponge
I’m through with the hoe, she didn’t pass the road
I’m wiping his nose, we crossin’ him out
All it take is one call, they surrounding your house

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Outro: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Bitch I’m goin’ up (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up (like I love you baby?)
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine(like I love you baby?)
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby?
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you, yeah

Young Thug – Expensive Lyrics

[Intro: Dolly]
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’
Billboard Hitmakers

[Chorus: Dolly]
I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill, yeah (budget bill)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah (catch a deal)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a mil, yeah (catch a mil)
Sit back and watch me make a film, yeah (make a film)
Chinchilla with the Fendi heals, yeah (Fendi heels)
Expensive sex drive when I’m on the pill (on the pill)
Expensive sex drive, yeah my ice is real (ice is real)
Expensive sex drive, yeah your nigga know I’m trill

[Verse 1: Dolly]
I got a nigga in the back, he wanna fuck from the back
I told him get in the bed, I got them bands in the bed
Don’t fuck with niggas that brag, he gon’ tell on my whole pack
Takin’ me two step backs, I’m gonna go get me some racks
I ain’t ballin’ on a fuckin’ budget bill, yeah
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah
I’ll catch a deal, yeah
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah
I feed these basic bitches happy meals, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Dolly]
I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill, yeah (budget bill)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah (catch a deal)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a mil, yeah (catch a mil)
Sit back and watch me make a film, yeah (make a film)
Chinchilla with the Fendi heals, yeah (Fendi heels)
Expensive sex drive when I’m on the pill (on the pill)
Expensive sex drive, yeah my ice is real (ice is real)
Expensive sex drive, yeah your nigga know I’m trill

[Verse 2: Hi Doraah]
In twenty-four karat, hey twenty-four karat
My VVS is dancin’ (they dancin’, dancin’)
These diamonds dirty dancin’, this money just spent, 200 on the dash
Remote control that stash, I live my life fast, my feelin’ won’t last
That shit was one night stand, that pent had me all in, let’s pop another xan
‘Cause I ain’t ballin’ on no fuckin’ bill
I get whatever I want, that’s trill (that’s trill)
I get whatever I want, that’s real (that’s real)
‘Cause I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill

[Chorus: Dolly & Hi Doraah]
‘Cause I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill, yeah (budget bill)
Fame callin’ I’ma catch a deal, yeah (catch a deal)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a mil, yeah (catch a mil)
Sit back and watch me make a film, yeah (make a film)
Chinchilla with the Fendi heals, yeah
Expensive sex drive when I’m on the pill (on the pill)
Expensive sex drive, yeah my ice is real (ice is real)
Expensive sex drive, yeah your nigga know I’m trill

Young Thug – Gain Clout Lyrics

[Chorus]
All of these young niggas killin’ each other, they tryna just gain clout
How you gon’ lie, just say that I said that, the fuck is you talkin’ about?
I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the bitch inside of a Range, the way she suckin’ my cock
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tator tot
I got the crop Chanel bag, I’m ’bout to go fuck up the block
Hop in out the Porsche then hopped out the Jag’ and jack it like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil’ bitty bags all over all of the dots

[Verse 1]
Maybach came with the torch and the hatchback
RayVac, spray his ass back nigga, blat, blat
My bitches got credentials and green eyes like a black cat
Your bitch is almost fat, better stop playin’ ‘fore you get whacked
Money got me shittin’ like a laxative, no comparin’, I ran up the racks
All of my bitches are bougie and bad, my money was long as his ‘lac
I told the bitch that wasn’t my kid, I need a paternity
Pull up to your block and takin’ your cookie, call me Bernie

[Interlude]
Got the red interior, red shoes and red Jeep
Got a bad bitch, don’t play the radio, Greg Street

[Verse 2]
Dead meat, know you’re just a dead breed
Red meat, eat it like a deadbeat (deadbeat)
I pop a wheelie, I fuck on a bitch like I’m Banshee (brrt)
Bought a Rolls Royce and then I was smokin’ on whammy
I put the bitch on her back and I beat it like Hercules (hah)
How the fuck you let these rat niggas go get them some cheese? (Hah)
I had to send the car comin’, I took off and ran with the keys
I put some diamonds on her toe, yeah they dancin’, Chris Breezy
I go to Fendi and I got a tall breezy comin’ from Greece
I don’t believe her, I think she Belize or she from Middle East

[Chorus]
All of these young niggas killin’ each other, they tryna just gain clout
How you gon’ lie, just say that I said that, the fuck is you talkin’ about?
I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the bitch inside of a Range, the way she suckin’ my cock
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tator tot
I got the crop Chanel bag, I’m ’bout to go fuck up the block
Hop in out the Porsche then hopped out the Jag’ and jack it like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil’ bitty bags all over all of the dots

Young Thug – Slimed In Lyrics

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 1: Nechie]
Fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?), we won’t walk (we won’t walk)
Take ’em down, knock ’em off (knock ’em off)
Yeah my slimes wit me, I was born tinted
You can see who in it, presidential limit
You can see we winnin’, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
I put VVS’ in my mouth (in my mouth)
Straight out the south (out the south), I got clout
I’m with chain gang, now I’m out (now I’m out)
You ain’t gang gang gang, take ’em out (take ’em out)
I got gang for a lane, fuck you thought?
Bitch I’m slicker than a muh, get it out the soil
Insane with them cutters, who want war with the boy?

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in Balmain, it didn’t cost a thing
I’m not 2 Chainz, I got forty (I got forty)
I bust your brain, since we speakin’ of brain
Make your hoe give brain then get lost (then get lost)
I paint her face, you can call me Cozy
Fuck a Ric Flair, I got 70 Rollies
I rock big [checks?], Chinchilla minks, when she cozy
You ain’t gang gang gang gang gang, why you talkin’?
I bought 20 cars for every year that I was walkin’
Made her get an abortion, she ain’t nothing but a thottie
And I got way better bitches ’round I can lock in, I’m still bossin’

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 3: Nechie]
Nechie slang slang slang, ain’t gon waste no time
Boy you ain’t my kind, I get cheese, you drop dimes
Prezi diamonds on my wrist, my neck, my ear (yeah)
Nechie Houdini, I make him disappear (oh yeah)
Get you knocked out (nah), cut the top out (off)
Fuck twelve, yeah we smashin’ on a cop car (cop car)
I’m out on bail sippin’ clean, yeah that real raw (raw)
I’m a thug, I don’t give no damn about no DA or no judge
I get it out the mud (yeah yeah)
Step off in your club and throw a dub (yeah yeah)
Give ’em hell (hell), I might call Lil Baby for a bale, don’t need no scale (scale)
Southside, youngin’ on my side on the mayor