Young Thug – Cruise Ship lyrics

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Cruise Ship lyrics

[Intro]
BL$$D
Yeah, yeah
Future, baby, Thugger Thugger
Ayo Chef
Pockets
Everything I got came from a lick
Ice on all my watches, on a ship
Underneath the turf’s the worst it’s gon’ get (it’s gon’ get)
Whipped up water on my wrist, think I’m a fish

[Chorus]
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
You want problems for somethin’ (you want problems for somethin’)
Need to get you some racks (need to get you some racks)
She gon’ bring it to daddy (she gon’ bring it to daddy)
Eat the cake out her panties (eat the cake out her panties)
I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)
Stay all facts
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (still rich)
Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich)
Out here on a jet and a cruise ship (cruise ship)
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (cruise in it)
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (hood rich)
If I ain’t have this sh*t, I’d still be lit (hood rich)
If I f*ck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)
I can’t f*ck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)

[Verse]
The coupe is outside and I’m styled in the best
I see you killin’ these niggas ’cause you’re doin’ it the best
Solitaries ain’t nothing to me
Coughin’ these like I got lukemi’
Forreal, la familia, I go gorilla, I’m part of the Bape team
Fuck you thought? Supreme on the quilt, hang low, it’s a drag queen
I’m in a bronze Benz, I think it’s the wagon
Ever since mom’s titty, bitch I was flaggin’
She got some water on, she my Cancun ting (she my Cancun ting)
I got some black diamonds, my wrist is on Beijing (my wrist is on Beijing)
I’m tellin’ all of my hoes give their orders to the maid (hold on, turn up)
I got 20 bitches with me and they ain’t showin’ shade
I got 20 closets, I could dress accordin’ to the wave
I’m with 20 models but I dress accordin’ to the babe
I’m goin’ all in by my bro and my paper
Ain’t got no f*ckin’ neighbors, ain’t got no neighbors
Yeah
No neighbors, oh

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[Chorus]
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
You want problems for somethin’ (you want problems for somethin’)
Need to get you some racks (need to get you some racks)
She gon’ bring it to daddy (she gon’ bring it to daddy)
Eat the cake out her panties (eat the cake out her panties)
I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)
Stay all facts
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (still rich)
Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich)
Out here on a jet and a cruise ship (cruise ship)
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (cruise in it)
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (hood rich)
If I ain’t have this sh*t, I’d still be lit (hood rich)
If I f*ck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)
I can’t f*ck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)

Young Thug – Talk To Me (Unfinished) Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Ok
Migo!
I gotta problem
(We got London On Da Track)
Thugger
Ur girl say she wanna fuck wit me
We brothers
Gotta tell you something

[Hook: Quavo]
Please stop wasting me time (Time, woah)
Lil mama she want em to love her
I had to tell my brother Thugger
He told me she wasting me time (Time)
She callin’ my phone all the time
She say that she wanna spend time
I think the she lyin’
She wasting me time
(Quavo!)
Lemmie ask you sumthin’ Thug
She tellin’ me that she in love (She say that she love me)
I don’t know what to do God damn Thugger Thugger come and talk to me bro (Talk to me!)
Damn!

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I know that she workin’ (Workin’)
I thinks he deserve it (Know she deserve it)
I ain’t even dropped a sack yet but an nigga bought a new Birkin (Lil bitty bag)

I know that I’m slippin’ but lemma get back on my pimpin’ (slip on my pimpin’)
When I bought the mansion she told me she wanna live in it (Live in the mansion!)
When I bought the Bently she told me she wanna whip in it (The Bently, skurrt)
I think I’m bein’ to friendly you the one that witnessed it
(Help me)
(Can you explain it to me)
(What the hell am I doin’)
(Cuz I don’t know, no)
Hell is a nigga doin’ (Hell am I doin’ huh)
She running away wit my heart
(Shot her down on the bulevard)

[Hook: Quavo]
Please stop wasting me time (Time, woah)
Lil mama she want em to love her
I had to tell my brother Thugger
He told me she wasting me time (Time)
She callin’ my phone all the time
She say that she wanna spend time
I think the she lyin’
She wasting me time
(Quavo!)
Lemmie ask you sumthin’ Thug
She tellin’ me that she in love (She say that she love me)
I don’t know what to do God damn Thugger Thugger come and talk to me bro (Talk to me!)
Damn!

Bricc Baby feat. Young Thug – No Smoke Lyrics

Bricc Baby feat. Young Thug – No Smoke Lyrics

(Chorus – Bricc Baby)
Nah, he don’t want no smoke ni**a
He don’t want no smoke
I got that pistol to his throat ni**a
Bang, I c**k back and let it blow ni**a
He don’t want no smoke
He don’t want no smoke ni**a
I got that pistol to his throat ni**a
Bang, I c**k back and let it blow ni**a

(Verse 1 – Bricc Baby)
I pull up and hop out the hitter
No questions my ni**a, just air it out
Don’t give a f**k if the feds out
This is the choppers with red dots
I step on the blood, I got red bottoms
Not leaving no witness, kill all your partners
All of my ni**as, yeah they piranhas
Who wanna rock with the don dada
I pull up with my locs ni**a
And one own ni**a
They let them bullets fly straight through your dome ni**a
Bricc City, we the new Death Row ni**a

(Chorus – Bricc Baby & Young Thug)
Nah, he don’t want no smoke ni**a, woah
He don’t want no smoke, no
I got that pistol to his throat ni**a, bankroll
Bang, I cock back and let it blow ni**a, gon blow
He don’t want no smoke, pu**y boy don’t want no smoke
He don’t want no smoke ni**a, boy don’t make it blow
I got that pistol to his throat ni**a, we gon let it blow
Bang, I c**k back and let it blow ni**a

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(Verse 2 – Young Thug)
Holy moly, f**k it back, let it blow
Family boy and then they dying too
Family ties, man I got you
Birthday cake at your party still
Thugger Thugger what she riding to
I’ma go and spray the half a blue
Young Thugger with an attitude
And I’m hot ni**a, grab the tool
These ni**as can’t see us, yeah
And these ni**as can’t be us, yeah
You chill with your feet up, yeah
Let’s chill with your feet up, yeah
And I’m tryna marry you girl
Ain’t giving you prenups yeah
I’m giving you prenups yeah
I’m ready to vacuum seal that

(Chorus – Bricc Baby & Young Thug)
Nah, he don’t want no smoke ni**a, woah
He don’t want no smoke, no
I got that pistol to his throat ni**a, bankroll
Bang, I cock back and let it blow ni**a, gon blow
He don’t want no smoke, pu**y boy don’t want no smoke
He don’t want no smoke ni**a, boy don’t make it blow
I got that pistol to his throat ni**a we gon let it blow
Bang, I cock back and let it blow ni**a

 

Bricc Baby feat. Young Thug – No Smoke Lyrics

Bankroll – Diplo feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Diplo – Bankroll

Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankrolll
Say she wanna do it for a bankrolll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankrolll.

Bankroll, bankrolll, bankrolll
Bankroll, bankrolll, bankrolll
Got a blue bankrolll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankrolll
Bankroll, bankrolll, bankrolll
Bankroll, bankrolll, bankrolll
Got a blue bankrolll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankrolll.

Yeah, uhh
Bankroll city pay slow
Everybody on the payroll under control
Every twenty minutes change clothes
.. my boy post only .. when I say go if you say so, uh
Run up in the scene in my tight jean shorts
Looking like a pimp but I got one hoe
Try to shut me up and I say hell no
Never switching up, only switch up flows.

Bling blau, honey on the carousel
She get looking at me now
And she hit me when in town
She thirsty like she in a drought
Does she want to f*ck no doubt
Living life like a king
I ain’t even got a crown, ay
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Hold up b*tch I got hundred thousand in my pillow case
You can try me run it with the Nike
But you’ll never do it in my pace
Hundred racks, hundred racks
Hold up hoe, this is my first time in the States
My aura so bright but my bars so dark
You would think ..

Say she wanna do it for a bankrolll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankrolll
Say she wanna do it for a bankrolll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankrolll.

Bankroll, bankrolll, bankrolll
Bankroll, bankrolll, bankrolll
Got a blue bankrolll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankrolll
Bankroll, bankrolll, bankrolll
Bankroll, bankrolll, bankrolll
Got a blue bankrolll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankrolll.

Walk in with a pocket full of broccoli
b*tch, I’m rich like I hit the f*ckin’ lottery
Started in the trap with an elbow (elbow)
Hit a split on the dick for a bankrolll
I was ridin’ in a Masi, me and Diplo
Tell your b*tch get low like a ’64
I don’t play no games, Nintendo
Rollie cost a bird, hold it out the window
I’ma make it flip like Skippa (Skippa)
Got a freak every week, I can’t kiss her
Red and white Lamb’ like a peppermint
Bankroll in each pocket, b*tch I’m hella rich
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Your boyfriend cuffin’ you like po-po (12)
Pour some more Act, movin’ slow-mo
You ain’t got the bankrolll it’s a no go.

Say she wanna do it for a bankrolll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankrolll
Say she wanna do it for a bankrolll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankrolll.

Bankroll, bankrolll, bankrolll
Bankroll, bankrolll, bankrolll
Got a blue bankrolll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankrolll
Bankroll, bankrolll, bankrolll
Bankroll, bankrolll, bankrolll
Got a blue bankrolll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankrolll.

Pardon me, I’m just ballin’ over from the sideline
Pardon your b*tch, she ain’t watchin’ me, I’m going primetime
Rich nigga s**t, bet the b*tch’ll jump on a nigga dick
Bet the b*tch’ll do it versuri-lyrics.info
Rich nigga s**t, bet the b*tch I’ll jump on her clit
Drop the soap with her
She wet like a boat with her
I’ma wet her up like a cold killer
Thugger Thugger the cold nigga
I done flipped a bird
Then I saw the b*tch pat right down on her
And I’ve been rich for the last five years
No I cannot pipe down.

Say she wanna do it for a bankrolll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankrolll
Say she wanna do it for a bankrolll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankrollll.
Diplo lyrics
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JUSTIN BIEBER – Bankroll lyrics

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll

[Post-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
Girl, you talkin’ that shit, man, I don’t wanna hear it
Talkin’ that shit, girl, you better say it clearer
I just wanna know if there’s gon’ be some interference
‘Cause I’m lookin’ all around if that ass makin’ an appearance
Pledge allegiance to the flag, take the money out the bag
Throw the paper in the air, see it stickin’ on her leg
Oh damn, better act quick, got an actress bouncin’ on a mattress
Got her doin’ backflips, hold up
Roll up
If you don’t smoke weed, baby, so what?
If you drank too much, baby, throw up
Then pour up
This ya, this ya, this ya first time, you need to grow up
Got dinner reservations out at Boa
Yeah the cameras always flashin’ when we show up
Gotta look fly ’cause you know they takin’ photos

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll

[Post-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Walk in with a pocket full of broccoli
Bitch, I’m rich like I hit the fuckin’ lottery (what!?)
Started in the trap with an elbow (elbow)
Hit a split on the dick for a bankroll
I was ridin’ in a Masi, me and Diplo
Tell your bitch get low like a ’64
I don’t play no games, Nintendo
Rollie cost a bird, hold it out the window (brrrr)
I’ma make it flip like a stripper (stripper)
Got a freak every week out in Sicily
Red and white Lamb’ like a peppermint
Bankroll in each pocket, bitch, I’m hella rich (bankroll)
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Your boyfriend cuffin’ you like the po-po (12)
Pour some more Act, movin’ slow-mo
You ain’t got the bankroll it’s a no go

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll

[Post-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Pardon me, I’m just ballin’ over from the sideline
Pardon your bitch, she ain’t watchin’ me, I’m going primetime
Rich nigga shit, bet the bitch’ll jump on a nigga dick
Bet the bitch’ll do it
Rich nigga shit, bet the bitch’ll jump on the whole clique
Drop the soap with her
She wet like a boat with her
I’ma wet her up like a cold killer
Thugger Thugger the cold nigga
I done flipped a bird
Then I saw the bitch pat right down on her
And I’ve been rich for the last five years
No I cannot pipe down

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll

Fetti – Yung Ralph feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Yung Ralph – Fetti

Hey yo man, we got Juug motherf*ckin’ man
We got the Thugger Thugger, we got Lil Uzi.(fetti)

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

I’m bout to stop f*ckin’ with niggas I know ain’t with it
(f*ck em)
You lil f*ck niggas is momma boys, go suck a titty (b*tch!)
f*ck it, I cop a new ride and
I pick up some hoes in the city (skrrt!)
Mollies on person, you know I get nerf in it, freaky
No barbaric b*tch, I got on some Burberry
I keep them blue Benjamins on me for credit
If you go on this move you might get you a slice like a deli
Big choppers, I got lots of bullets and trailers
I’m a big dog, I’m a big dog
Be with my boy, pina colada
I am a tiger, f*ck a Mufasa
I shit like a diaper, I’m never gon’ wife her
Swear, swear, I’m never gon’ wife her
I catch her the bed and I f*ck out the lights
I swear I’m in Europe, but I don’t got Facetime, baby girl, we can Skype.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

Yeah, why your b*tch on me? Yeah
Yeah, all of my boxers be Tommy
Don’t run up on me ya’ll
My little b*tch is a gangster, she tote that .40 ya’ll
Drive that foreign like a Chevy, envy Thugger and Young Fetty
Yeah, I’m countin’ all that fetti, nowadays my jewelry heavy
Ya I’m rockin’ on designer clothes
Ya nowadays sharin’ my hoes
Ya everyday hear bout this dough
Just in case you didn’t know
I had your b*tch on my phone
Little nigga now you know
Pull up right there on your block
You know Thugger got the pole, yeah
Now I be gettin’ the knots
Lil Uzi rockin’ them shows yahh
Countin’ fetti, not a rapper
Treat the game like rock and roll ya.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fettiii
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet it.

Gucci and Louie come straight out the box
I play with Fetti but my name ain’t Wap
Hop out that truck and I hop in the drop
Hit from the back but I love her on top
What would you do for the cash?
Care what you do for the cash
I’m talkin’ that money with Thugger right now while we thumb through a bag
Still on the block, yeah I still do that work
Still movin’ snow and that purp
Niggas own G’s, oh don’t play with the air, killer put a hole in your shirt
Hit a nigga where it hurt
I’ma get her out her skirt
Shoot an uzi by my nigga Uzi in the winter time ridin’ vert’
Diamonds flashin’ like an ambulance
In the bank doin’ the money dance
Overseas with a foreign b*tch, she red for me, gotta get a tan
What would you do for this paper baby?
Still screamin’ f*ck a hater baby
I’m the Cavs, you the Lakers baby
Gated cribs sit on acres baby, Juug.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fettiii, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet ittt.
Yung Ralph lyrics
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