Young Thug – Wyclef Jean

Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’
Play with my money I’mma let ’em 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

Ride around with my cash
Put him in a body bag
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 motherfucker
Her mama done walked in, but it’s too big
She can’t hide the motherfucker
Even if she the baddest of motherfuker
Man even if she minus the motherfucker
Join in get the mileage motherfucker
I ain’t gon’ disguise it motherfucker
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
All my jewelry small, 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 feng shui for ’em boys
Drippin’ all day for ’em boys
Bitch you ain’t ready for the boys
How you not ready for ’em boys?
Have you ever played with the 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 fuck the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’

Nigga watch that dog
Nigga plottin’ on the boy, spot ’em
Quick, 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

My money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’

Wyclef Jean – Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Wyclef Jean

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, let me put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’
Play with my money, I’ma let them niggas do you
Play with my money I’ma let them niggas do you
Play with my money I’ma let these niggas do you
Play with my money
Play with my, play with my money.(wyclef jean)

I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do.

Play around with my cash
End up in a body bag
In the store and then dash
Pull up, hoppin’ out a cab
She know she got a nigga bad
She know she gotta keep me back
She know I gotta keep me some cash
She know she gotta hop on top the dick
She know you gotta ride that motherf*cker
Her mama done walked in, but it’s too big
She can’t hide that motherf*cker
Even if she divided the motherf*cker
Man even if she minused the motherf*cker
Join in get demolished motherf*cker
I ain’t gon’ disguise it motherf*cker, nah
Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on DatPiff
Yeah I’m that swift, ask her and him
Yeah ask ’em, put a bone in them
Put a choker on ’em, let ’em choke and all
All my jewelry small, yeah, they got it all
Daughter sexy and my son got the broads
Spent racks on my son and his squad
Daddy boy, never play with toys
Better not play with ’em boys
New AK with them boys
New feng shui with the boys
Drippin’ all day for the boys
Bitch you ain’t ready for the boys
I’m in that Wraith homeboy
If you ever play with the boy
I’ma turn the blade on ’em boys.

I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do.

Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race (slatt)
I told her keep going on the gas f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face (slatt)
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep (slatt)
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller (slatt slatt)
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor (slatt slatt)
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’.

Nigga watch that dog
Nigga plottin’ on the boy, spot ’em
Put the target on they head, dot ’em dot ’em dot ’em
And I’m good, got a rabbit’s foot in my wallet
Tell ’em pick it, then drop it, drop it
Do some sit ups, then show your body
Got her bent up, I done took a gram of molly
Her car dented up like she rent to everybody.

I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do.

Money way longer than a Nascar race
I told her keep going on the gas f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolinnn’.(wyclef jean)
Young Thug lyrics
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Big Scoob – Bitch Please (feat. E-40 & B-Legit) (H.O.G Album)

[Hook: Big Scoob & E-40]
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
I ain’t gang bangin’ I’m a gang member
Love for my blood and the rest get the middle finger
You can get the trigger finger
Funny actin’ pussy nigga, fraud
You ain’t hard, play the part
You can get it nigga
Old head, long bread, chillin’ and I’m sittin’ back
Feet up, livin’ good really and I’m kickin’ back
Orchestrate to gettin’ back, button pushin’ pigeon pack
Stuffin’ up the duffel with the hustle, nigga gimme that
Naw really give me that
Greed time, gettin’ fat
Multiply the paperbacks
Gorilla I’m a silver back
My momma cut the similac
With hot sauce and bacon fat
Really don’t know how to act
Started, I’mma finish, nigga remember that

[Hook: Big Scoob & E-40]
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

[Verse 2: B-Legit]
I be got a lot, probably on the block (on the block)
We runnin’ from the cops, runnin’ into knots (into knots)
I put it into park, then I put the whop (yeah)
Foam a little lot, then I lock the spot
Like welcome to my neighborhood (neighborhood)
Got cookies and the flavor good (flavor good)
Put you lotto on my backwood (yeah)
Keep a banger when the sack good (stack good)
Watch ya hangin’ if ya that hood (that hood)

[Bridge 1: B-Legit]
My bro he on the roof with a sixteen
Choppa in the bushes with a red beam
You done ran off with the wrong dough
Man he fourteen got a long throw

[Hook: Big Scoob & E-40]
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

[Verse 3: E-40]
Started off with a pinch, hoppin’ over the fence
Garbage cans and dog shit, albino piss
You all up in my face, toaster up on my hip
Bringin’ home the bacon, and the cheese and grips
Sometime my paper saggy, sometime my Yeager crisp
Takin’ a stab at this rappin’, selling dope and hittin’ this
Grew up on the tar
Pluck you like guitar
I be high as fuck, tryna touch the stars

[Bridge 2: E-40]
Frank Muller on my right, Rolex on my left
I dont like to fight, I just like sex
Hustler all my life, popo like to raid
I been gettin’ paid, since the tenth grade (Biatch)

[Hook: Big Scoob & E-40]
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

Big Scoob – Bitch Please (feat. E-40 & B-Legit)

[Hook: Big Scoob & E-40]
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
I ain’t gang bangin’ I’m a gang member
Love for my blood and the rest get the middle finger
You can get the trigger finger
Funny actin’ pussy nigga, fraud
You ain’t hard, play the part
You can get it nigga
Old head, long bread, chillin’ and I’m sittin’ back
Feet up, livin’ good really and I’m kickin’ back
Orchestrate to gettin’ back, button pushin’ pigeon pack
Stuffin’ up the duffel with the hustle, nigga gimme that
Naw really give me that
Greed time, gettin’ fat
Multiply the paperbacks
Gorilla I’m a silver back
My momma cut the similac
With hot sauce and bacon fat
Really don’t know how to act
Started, Imma finish, nigga remember that

[Hook: Big Scoob & E-40]
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

[Verse 2: B-Legit]
I be got a lot, probably on the block (on the block)
We runnin’ from the cops, runnin’ into knots (into knots)
I put it into park, then I put the whop (yeah)
Foam a little lot, then I lock the spot
Like welcome to my neighborhood (neighborhood)
Got cookies and the flavor good (flavor good)
Put you lotto on my backwood (yeah)
Keep a banger when the sack good (stack good)
Watch ya hangin’ if ya that hood (that hood)

[Bridge 1: B-Legit]
My bro he on the roof with a sixteen
Choppa in the bushes with a red beam
You done ran off with the wrong dough
Man he fourteen got a long throw

[Hook: Big Scoob & E-40]
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

[Verse 3: E-40]
Started off with a pinch, hoppin’ over the fence
Garbage cans and dog shit, albino piss
You all up in my face, toaster up on my hip
Bringin’ home the bacon, and the cheese and grips
Sometime my paper saggy, sometime my Yeager crisp
Takin’ a stab at this rappin’, selling dope and hittin’ this
Grew up on the tar
Pluck you like guitar
I be high as fuck, tryna touch the stars

[Bridge 2: E-40]
Frank Muller on my right, Rolex on my left
I dont like to fight, I just like sex
Hustler all my life, popo like to raid
I been gettin’ paid, since the tenth grade (Biatch)

[Hook: Big Scoob & E-40]
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"