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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 wouldnβt 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 Thugβs 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 wouldnβt 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 Thugβs 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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Light It Up
by Young Thug
That's my man (man)
Flood my wrist with all type of bands (bands)
I've been blossomin', all type of strands (ayy)
Can you get your neck and wrist on flood? Yes I can (blat, blat, ah)
Light it up, light it up, (woo) light it up, light it up (woo)
Light it up, light it up, (woo) light it up, light it up (woo)
Light it up, light it up, (woo) light it up, light it up (woo)
Light it up, light it up, (woo) light it up, light it up (woo)
I just spilled sauce in the Benz
Oh yes, I'ma do it again
I just now turnt up my bitch
And she just been shoppin' and shit
Damn, I can't do nothin' with Jeezy
And I plan on dyin' like this
I had to Balmain my tweezers
Now they just notice I'm lit
.357 for my mama and them
I was one of the ones with Obama 'dem
I play it safe with my commas now
Y'all niggas worse than your mamas now
Ain't had to go to the pulpit
I got to sit with the government
I got a team up at Popeye's
Even at the airport, we mob ties
The Cartier frames are flooded
I look at the Bentley Mulsanne with my mama
Lil' shawty, lil' shawty, she bustin'
Lil' shawty gon' fuck her a rich nigga, pants off
Where is the chicken? Go right back to Popeye's
Gotta give it to Pedro
Light-skinned bitch with a dark side
But I'll never go fuck up with bae, though
Turn it up, burn it up, (woo) burn it up, burn it up (woo)
Burn it up, burn it up, (woo) burn it up, burn it up (woo)
Burn it up, burn it up, (woo) burn it up, burn it up (woo)
Burn it up, burn it up, (woo) burn it up, burn it up (woo)
It's way too late, just do it for the sake
It's way too late, to try goin' on a date (ayy, ayy)
I took the pink one night, now I got the blue diamond in my face (ba-bing)
I done gave her the keys to the house, might as well gon' give her the code to the safe
Can't replace him 'cause that's my man (my, my man)
Shit, a hunnid thou', all hunnids in my hand (it's in my hand, yeah, yeah)
Half a million to the chain gang, yeah the can (to the can, shit)
'Nother half a million spread it on my hands (half a mil', yeah)
Yeah, that's great, but can you catch my slang? (Woo)
All I ever do is buy, I bought her beans
Fast cars get me through the traffic, Sandy Springs
Paul Walker, this your Porsche, got turbo and the wings (2019)
Aw baby, tell me what you wanted, what you seen when you was out (finesse)
Tell me what you're trippin', what you're trippin' about (yeah)
You got karats on your toes and your link and your spout (I got karats)
Rose gold mixed with white and you rock cinnamon now (rose)
I done made you take the diamonds off from Tiffany now (take them off)
I done told you watch this planet, ain't no sympathy now (no sympathy)
Gucci your neck, fuck boys, they been talkin' 'bout
Spend a Gafford on your ring, now I'm ready to bow now
Baby, let's go (light it up) whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up)
let's go (light it up) whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up)
Baby, let's go (light it up) whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up)
Go (light it up) (fantastic), whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up) (fantastic), whoa (light it up)
Let's go
I just spilled sauce in the Benz
Oh yes, I'ma do it again
I just now turnt up my bitch
And she just been shoppin' and shit
Damn, I can't do nothin' with Jeezy
And I plan on dyin' like this
I had to Balmain my tweezers
Now they just notice I'm lit
.357 for my mama and them
I was one of the ones with Obama 'dem
I play it safe with my commas now
Y'all niggas worse than your mamas now
Ain't had to go to the pulpit
I got to sit with the government
I got a team up at Popeye's
Even at the airport, we mob ties (yeah, baby, let's go)
Turn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa)
Burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa)
(Baby let's go) burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa)
Burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa)
Lyrics Β© Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jordan Timothy Jenks
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
by Young Thug
That's my man (man)
Flood my wrist with all type of bands (bands)
I've been blossomin', all type of strands (ayy)
Can you get your neck and wrist on flood? Yes I can (blat, blat, ah)
Light it up, light it up, (woo) light it up, light it up (woo)
Light it up, light it up, (woo) light it up, light it up (woo)
Light it up, light it up, (woo) light it up, light it up (woo)
Light it up, light it up, (woo) light it up, light it up (woo)
I just spilled sauce in the Benz
Oh yes, I'ma do it again
I just now turnt up my bitch
And she just been shoppin' and shit
Damn, I can't do nothin' with Jeezy
And I plan on dyin' like this
I had to Balmain my tweezers
Now they just notice I'm lit
.357 for my mama and them
I was one of the ones with Obama 'dem
I play it safe with my commas now
Y'all niggas worse than your mamas now
Ain't had to go to the pulpit
I got to sit with the government
I got a team up at Popeye's
Even at the airport, we mob ties
The Cartier frames are flooded
I look at the Bentley Mulsanne with my mama
Lil' shawty, lil' shawty, she bustin'
Lil' shawty gon' fuck her a rich nigga, pants off
Where is the chicken? Go right back to Popeye's
Gotta give it to Pedro
Light-skinned bitch with a dark side
But I'll never go fuck up with bae, though
Turn it up, burn it up, (woo) burn it up, burn it up (woo)
Burn it up, burn it up, (woo) burn it up, burn it up (woo)
Burn it up, burn it up, (woo) burn it up, burn it up (woo)
Burn it up, burn it up, (woo) burn it up, burn it up (woo)
It's way too late, just do it for the sake
It's way too late, to try goin' on a date (ayy, ayy)
I took the pink one night, now I got the blue diamond in my face (ba-bing)
I done gave her the keys to the house, might as well gon' give her the code to the safe
Can't replace him 'cause that's my man (my, my man)
Shit, a hunnid thou', all hunnids in my hand (it's in my hand, yeah, yeah)
Half a million to the chain gang, yeah the can (to the can, shit)
'Nother half a million spread it on my hands (half a mil', yeah)
Yeah, that's great, but can you catch my slang? (Woo)
All I ever do is buy, I bought her beans
Fast cars get me through the traffic, Sandy Springs
Paul Walker, this your Porsche, got turbo and the wings (2019)
Aw baby, tell me what you wanted, what you seen when you was out (finesse)
Tell me what you're trippin', what you're trippin' about (yeah)
You got karats on your toes and your link and your spout (I got karats)
Rose gold mixed with white and you rock cinnamon now (rose)
I done made you take the diamonds off from Tiffany now (take them off)
I done told you watch this planet, ain't no sympathy now (no sympathy)
Gucci your neck, fuck boys, they been talkin' 'bout
Spend a Gafford on your ring, now I'm ready to bow now
Baby, let's go (light it up) whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up)
let's go (light it up) whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up)
Baby, let's go (light it up) whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up)
Go (light it up) (fantastic), whoa (light it up) whoa (light it up) (fantastic), whoa (light it up)
Let's go
I just spilled sauce in the Benz
Oh yes, I'ma do it again
I just now turnt up my bitch
And she just been shoppin' and shit
Damn, I can't do nothin' with Jeezy
And I plan on dyin' like this
I had to Balmain my tweezers
Now they just notice I'm lit
.357 for my mama and them
I was one of the ones with Obama 'dem
I play it safe with my commas now
Y'all niggas worse than your mamas now
Ain't had to go to the pulpit
I got to sit with the government
I got a team up at Popeye's
Even at the airport, we mob ties (yeah, baby, let's go)
Turn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa)
Burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa)
(Baby let's go) burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa)
Burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa), burn it up (whoa)
Lyrics Β© Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jordan Timothy Jenks
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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