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Jeffery Williams, better known by his stage name Young Thug (also uses the name SEX!!), and was briefly known as "Jeffery", is an American rapper from Atlanta, Georgia who is signed to Gucci Mane's 1017 Brick Squad Records, Asylum Records and Atlantic Records. Thug grew to prominence in 2013 after releasing his mixtape 1017 Thug to positive critical reception. He has collaborated with artists such as Gucci Mane, Young Scooter, Rich Homie Quan and Waka Flocka Flame. Read Full BioJeffery Williams, better known by his stage name Young Thug (also uses the name SEX!!), and was briefly known as "Jeffery", is an American rapper from Atlanta, Georgia who is signed to Gucci Mane's 1017 Brick Squad Records, Asylum Records and Atlantic Records. Thug grew to prominence in 2013 after releasing his mixtape 1017 Thug to positive critical reception. He has collaborated with artists such as Gucci Mane, Young Scooter, Rich Homie Quan and Waka Flocka Flame.
Thug was born amongst the masses eliminating any doubt that he wouldn’t be special. The second youngest child of 11 children developed a skill for standing out amongst many, early. Young Thug moved to Jonesboro, an impoverished suburb of Georgia where his lifestyle was engrossed by the crime, drug addiction and violence that surrounded him. It was there that he developed an insatiable appetite to succeed his current situation. After discovering and acknowledging his talent and creativity for music in 2010, Thug started a new hustle that would soon mature as one of the most promising music careers in the South.
Eyeballing the throne of Hip hop royalty, Young Thug began to create a sound and style that would inevitably place him on top. Young Thug’s catchy verses and raw lyrical talent distinguished noise from art, clearly being the latter his creations are the best that remain of Southern hip hop. He is the embodiment of the evolution of Southern hip-hop. Young Thug is the representative for a generation that doesn't see hip-hop as a hobby but a lifestyle. Keeping true to himself, his art, and his home Young Thug will stand alone as the one true savior of the Southern movement.
2. Young Thug aka The Demon Child is hardcore/horrorcore rapper/beatmaker from Central France. Often collaborated with Lil Prod. Also he made 2 albums under the alias Da Mystic Terror, in these 2 albums he changed his voice to make it sounds like it's an other person rapping.
Official blogspots:
http://demonchildproductions.blogspot.com/
http://lilproddiscographie.blogspot.com/
Thug was born amongst the masses eliminating any doubt that he wouldn’t be special. The second youngest child of 11 children developed a skill for standing out amongst many, early. Young Thug moved to Jonesboro, an impoverished suburb of Georgia where his lifestyle was engrossed by the crime, drug addiction and violence that surrounded him. It was there that he developed an insatiable appetite to succeed his current situation. After discovering and acknowledging his talent and creativity for music in 2010, Thug started a new hustle that would soon mature as one of the most promising music careers in the South.
Eyeballing the throne of Hip hop royalty, Young Thug began to create a sound and style that would inevitably place him on top. Young Thug’s catchy verses and raw lyrical talent distinguished noise from art, clearly being the latter his creations are the best that remain of Southern hip hop. He is the embodiment of the evolution of Southern hip-hop. Young Thug is the representative for a generation that doesn't see hip-hop as a hobby but a lifestyle. Keeping true to himself, his art, and his home Young Thug will stand alone as the one true savior of the Southern movement.
2. Young Thug aka The Demon Child is hardcore/horrorcore rapper/beatmaker from Central France. Often collaborated with Lil Prod. Also he made 2 albums under the alias Da Mystic Terror, in these 2 albums he changed his voice to make it sounds like it's an other person rapping.
Official blogspots:
http://demonchildproductions.blogspot.com/
http://lilproddiscographie.blogspot.com/
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Old English
by Young Thug
800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers, eww
I get out the work and let the jay snap the scale
My bitch ride slow with the yay like she get L’s
I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no chef
Add a little soda, put the tan on it
I got the shit for the L O and my shawty want it
I drink more mud than a pig, I think pork want me
And the front of the Mazzi look like a fork don't it?
Let it breathe
I'm not no rat but Young Thugger be chasing cheese
I want the M's and I’m not talking Micky D’s
My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese
Old English, 800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
Clapping with my youngin’s, couple hundred onions
Breaking down them 20’s what you need, we got it for you
Chop the chicken down to chicken nuggets for my cluckers
Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiato's on that motherfucker
Gangsta Gibbs ho'
Fresh up off a powder pack, so low on the ‘94
Bitch, I want that powder bag, geekers do that zombie walk
Bitch, I let the chopper talk
Niggas get to talking, ch-ch-chop ‘em off like Tomahawks
Ch-ch-chop ‘em off like Tomahawks
Eight thousand capsules of molly
Yeah, selling dope, and robbing, momma I dropped out of college
Yeah, jumped off on this rap shit, I’ve been one hundred solid
Yeah, police ever catch me then they gon’ catch a body
Old English, 800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle
I was fly like a bird, I had on Stüssy Bape camo
With a cutie espanol, she had a booty like J-Lo
She had on jeggings and sandals, you've been trapped in the bando
She has to trap in the bando, ‘cause her momma got cancer
She can’t work in the states because her green papers ain’t legal
Fuck Obama un peso, she be like grande un peso, push the molly un peso
So she can feed her abuelo, she refuse to just settle
On them shoes with them red soles
And refuse to be nude in front of them dudes on that there pole
She can’t lose she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Nepo
Meanwhile I could be ruler, and ride the streets on my Benzo
So now she get money by carrying stuff for friends though
'Cause the kid named birdy look nerdy but he be up at the bandos
She robbed Birdy for birdies, now Birdy's after her head tho'
Hold on I think I see Birdy, and Birdy killed my Cuban ho
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DAROLD DURARD BROWN, FREDDIE GIBBS, NICK HOOK, PAUL SALVA, JEFFREY WILLIAMS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
by Young Thug
800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers, eww
I get out the work and let the jay snap the scale
My bitch ride slow with the yay like she get L’s
I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no chef
Add a little soda, put the tan on it
I got the shit for the L O and my shawty want it
I drink more mud than a pig, I think pork want me
And the front of the Mazzi look like a fork don't it?
Let it breathe
I'm not no rat but Young Thugger be chasing cheese
I want the M's and I’m not talking Micky D’s
My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese
Old English, 800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
Clapping with my youngin’s, couple hundred onions
Breaking down them 20’s what you need, we got it for you
Chop the chicken down to chicken nuggets for my cluckers
Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiato's on that motherfucker
Gangsta Gibbs ho'
Fresh up off a powder pack, so low on the ‘94
Bitch, I want that powder bag, geekers do that zombie walk
Bitch, I let the chopper talk
Niggas get to talking, ch-ch-chop ‘em off like Tomahawks
Ch-ch-chop ‘em off like Tomahawks
Eight thousand capsules of molly
Yeah, selling dope, and robbing, momma I dropped out of college
Yeah, jumped off on this rap shit, I’ve been one hundred solid
Yeah, police ever catch me then they gon’ catch a body
Old English, 800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle
I was fly like a bird, I had on Stüssy Bape camo
With a cutie espanol, she had a booty like J-Lo
She had on jeggings and sandals, you've been trapped in the bando
She has to trap in the bando, ‘cause her momma got cancer
She can’t work in the states because her green papers ain’t legal
Fuck Obama un peso, she be like grande un peso, push the molly un peso
So she can feed her abuelo, she refuse to just settle
On them shoes with them red soles
And refuse to be nude in front of them dudes on that there pole
She can’t lose she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Nepo
Meanwhile I could be ruler, and ride the streets on my Benzo
So now she get money by carrying stuff for friends though
'Cause the kid named birdy look nerdy but he be up at the bandos
She robbed Birdy for birdies, now Birdy's after her head tho'
Hold on I think I see Birdy, and Birdy killed my Cuban ho
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DAROLD DURARD BROWN, FREDDIE GIBBS, NICK HOOK, PAUL SALVA, JEFFREY WILLIAMS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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