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. He also founded the record label YSL ( Young Stoner/Slatt Life) in 2010.
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/
Hoodie
Young Thug Lyrics
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Yeah, that's my buddy, buddy
What about (Metro)
That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you let her experience her nutty
Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted
Trayvon hoodie, know it's all goodie
Don Juan pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business
Lookin' all funky, but savin' all your cookies
Act to the right, red for the rookies
Ass on the right, hand on her left
Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it (yeah, like I sell it)
And you was supposed to call me back
But I'm glad you didn't 'cause I got busy
I just got a call, one of my brothers got whacked
It was time to rise, lit the sticks in them masses
You know if I pass, you won't get a call back and
If I hit you back, you know we deaded the madness
Round of applause, we one to one in this battle
Mama say she look at my eyes and see a casket
Daddy said he looked at my eyes, he see a bastard
I won't hit you back, you never could've imagined
Round of applause, you think you winnin' the battle
No, I don't wanna lose so I Casper
I was rockin' Jimmy Choo's on my first tour
I still was thinkin' like a fool on my first tour
Now I'm on my worst tour
That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you let her experience her nutty
Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted
Drake and Kid Cudi actin' all slutty in front company
Trayvon hoodie, know it's all goodie
Don Juan pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business
Rich stepper, let's begin, I got a million on the coast
Thousand better, thousand shooters
Y'all, I been on C-Low
Cash pryer, let her cash it in and left her with a note
Never beat, niggas, ain't ever-ever (no)
Pooh-manji, we devise, we like to swap buy (we like to swap buy)
Droptop, we pushin' P, she got her a cockeye, cockeye
Sham, bank rolls, they brung the prop' side (prop' side)
Ain't no switchin' sides, I'm with the gas shit 'til I pass out
Now they say they feelin' us (yeah), but reality, they ain't as big as us (nah)
Fuck her every night, I know fo' sure, she catchin' many nuts (body count)
Cali distro sendin' boxes through just like a Pizza Hut
Put it on, then eat it up (eat it), flooded down as my pieces up
Drop the top, you stab me in the wind
I be feelin' like a DJ when I tell her spin (three sixty)
Ran up all these millions so I went, copped another bitch (skrrt)
Don't let my fuckin' brother near my Rolly
Not my twin (Keed, Keed)
That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you let her experience her nutty
Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted
Drake and Kid Cudi actin' all slutty in front company
Trayvon hoodie, know it's all goodie
Don Juan pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business
Lookin' all funky, but savin' all your cookies
Act' to the right, red for the rookies
Ass on the right, hand on her left
Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it
Like I sell it
The lyrics to "Hoodie" by Young Thug, Bslime, and Lil Gotit depict a range of themes and emotions. The song explores themes of relationships, success, street culture, and personal struggles.
In the first verse, the artists rap about their close bonds and camaraderie, referring to each other as "buddy." They also mention drinking a muddy substance, possibly referring to lean or a similar concoction. They encourage letting go of inhibitions and enjoying life's pleasures. However, there is a darker side hinted at with the mention of gutted ribs, suggesting potential consequences or danger stemming from their actions.
The lyrics also touch on societal issues and cultural references. Trayvon Martin's hoodie is mentioned, indicating both solidarity and acknowledgement of the hardships faced by black individuals. The artists also mention pimping and the street lifestyle associated with black tees and hoodies, reflecting their familiarity with these realities. These references to street culture may highlight their experiences and background, as well as their desire for success and recognition.
In the second verse, the artists delve into personal struggles and confrontations. They refer to missed phone calls and perceived slights, hinting at the challenges faced in maintaining relationships amidst their busy lifestyles. The mention of violence and losing loved ones suggests a sense of loss and pain experienced by the artists. They also express a determination to rise above these challenges, vowing not to be defeated and to overcome any obstacles they face.
The third verse explores topics such as wealth, fame, and relationships. The artists talk about their financial success, with references to large sums of money and luxury goods like Jimmy Choo shoes. They also mention casual sexual encounters and the allure of groupies or admirers. The lyrics highlight the artists' confidence and enjoyment of their high-profile lifestyle.
Overall, "Hoodie" presents a mix of carefree celebration, social awareness, personal struggles, and success-driven perspectives. The artists combine elements of self-expression, street culture, and introspection in their lyrics, creating a multifaceted narrative that captures their experiences and emotions.
Line by Line Meaning
(Southside on the track, yeah)
This song is produced by Southside.
Yeah, that's my buddy, buddy
I consider this person my close friend.
What about (Metro)
What about Metro Boomin, another producer?
That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
That's my close friend, drinking on codeine/promethazine mix.
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Give the drugs to my associates to dilute and sell.
Make sure you let her experience her nutty
Ensure that she fully enjoys herself.
Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted
Have sex aggressively, causing physical pain.
Drake and Kid Cudi actin' all slutty in front company
Drake and Kid Cudi are behaving promiscuously in public.
Trayvon hoodie, know it's all goodie
Wearing a hoodie like Trayvon Martin, everything is fine.
Don Juan pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
I am skillfully seducing women, dressed in black t-shirts and hoodies.
Durag business
I am serious about wearing a durag.
Lookin' all funky, but savin' all your cookies
Appearing strange, but keeping your valuables safe.
Act to the right, red for the rookies
Behave accordingly, avoid risky actions.
Ass on the right, hand on her left
My gaze is fixed on her buttocks, while I hold her hand.
Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it (yeah, like I sell it)
A group of rich individuals, similar to me.
And you was supposed to call me back
You were expected to return my call.
But I'm glad you didn't 'cause I got busy
I am actually relieved you didn't call as I had other important things to do.
I just got a call, one of my brothers got whacked
I received a call informing me that one of my friends was killed.
It was time to rise, lit the sticks in them masses
It was time to take action, ignite the situation.
You know if I pass, you won't get a call back and
If I die, you will never hear from me again.
If I hit you back, you know we deaded the madness
If I respond to your message, it means we have resolved the conflict.
Round of applause, we one to one in this battle
Congratulations to both of us, we are equally matched in this competition.
Mama say she look at my eyes and see a casket
My mother believes that I have a dark future, possibly death.
Daddy said he looked at my eyes, he see a bastard
My father considers me a despised child when he looks into my eyes.
I won't hit you back, you never could've imagined
I won't respond to you, it's beyond what you can comprehend.
Round of applause, you think you winnin' the battle
Congratulations to you, you think you are victorious in this competition.
No, I don't wanna lose, so I Casper
I don't want to lose, so I disappear like Casper the Friendly Ghost.
I was rockin' Jimmy Choo's on my first tour
I wore Jimmy Choo shoes during my initial concert tour.
I still was thinkin' like a fool on my first tour
Even though it was my first tour, I was still naive about certain things.
Now I'm on my worst tour
Currently, I am experiencing my least successful tour.
Rich stepper, let's begin, I got a million on the coast
I am a successful individual, ready to start something new, and I have one million dollars saved up.
Thousand better, thousand shooters
I have a thousand people who are skilled and ready to protect me.
Y'all, I been on C-Low
I have been involved in gambling games like C-Low.
Cash pryer, let her cash it in and left her with a note
I provided money to someone as an offering, and then left them a message.
Never beat, niggas, ain't ever-ever (no)
I have never been defeated, I will never be defeated.
Pooh-manji, we devise, we like to swap buy (we like to swap buy)
We are resourceful and creative in our endeavors, we enjoy trading and buying.
Droptop, we pushin' P, she got her a cockeye, cockeye
Driving a convertible car, we are taking and selling drugs, and she has a seductive glance.
Sham, bank rolls, they brung the prop' side (prop' side)
Fake money and bankrolls, they brought the counterfeit side.
Ain't no switchin' sides, I'm with the gas shit 'til I pass out
I am loyal and will not betray anyone, I will continue doing drugs until I lose consciousness.
Now they say they feelin' us (yeah), but reality, they ain't as big as us (nah)
People claim to support us, but in reality, they are not on our level of success.
Fuck her every night, I know fo' sure, she catchin' many nuts (body count)
I have sexual intercourse with her every night, and there is a high number of ejaculations.
Cali distro sendin' boxes through just like a Pizza Hut
From California, we are distributing drugs like Pizza Hut delivers boxes.
Put it on, then eat it up (eat it), flooded down as my pieces up
After putting on the jewelry, I show off my wealth, as my jewelry is expensive and flashy.
Drop the top, you stab me in the wind
Open the convertible car's roof, you feel the air rushing against you.
I be feelin' like a DJ when I tell her spin (three sixty)
I feel like a DJ when I instruct her to perform a full rotation spin.
Ran up all these millions so I went, copped another bitch (skrrt)
I earned millions of dollars, so I went and bought another expensive car.
Don't let my fuckin' brother near my Rolly
I don't want my brother to touch my Rolex watch.
Not my twin (Keed, Keed)
He is not my biological twin, but we share a close bond.
Like I sell it
In the same way that I sell drugs, just as I do.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Brandon King, Jeffery Williams, Joshua Luellen, Leland Wayne, Semaja Render
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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One Of The Best Songs Off The Album 💿 💁💯🔥🔥🔥🔥
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My favorite
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