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/
On Fire
Young Thug Lyrics
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Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him)
You made him mad, he put you right back on there (right back on there)
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started (right back where you started)
Ain't got no more wristbands (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah 'bout seven more figures (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck you thought?
Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!
Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire
Every single night I'm spittin' fire
Tryna count my profit, baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two, threesome (yeah)
I need a threesome
Just give me a threesome
Three, three, three, three, threesome
Push your head up in these strong arms
Every city we live I need on
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm that raw
Wedding room in my Japanese home
Rockin' gas in my Japanese drawers (rockin' gas)
My friends signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him)
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him)
You made him mad, he put you right back on there (right back on there)
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started (right back where you started)
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain't got no scratches on me
I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me
My life like dominoes, I can't make mistakes lil' homie
Ay, I ain't got no scratches nowhere
I got good skin like a cover girl, hey
You can come and chill with me
Let's drink a pint of codeine
Blessed when she on search, she a li'l easy
Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me
Enjoy the wealth until you're gone
Pillsbury doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat belt just 'cause my son
I put a Portal on the neck of my son
I got your back, I got some red in my tummy
I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the Benz, still ain't traded in or nothin'
I got like twenty cars, baby pick one
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him)
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him)
You made him mad, he put you right back on there (right back on there)
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started (right back where you started)
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain't got no scratches on me
Bird on my boots
Mm, you kick 'em, let bitches swoop
Mm, how dare you, I kick a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the Ruler
Mm, that's foreign, that ain't no scoon
We killin', ain't tryna sue you
Mm, came a long way from ramen noodles
Mm, 2017 Porshes zoom, mm
I see you eatin' girl, you full, mhmm
Got Molly in my Red Bull, uh huh
I'm with the dolls, and yeah we cruel
Everything you do be fire like you
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him)
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him)
You made him mad, he put you right back on there (right back on there)
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started (right back where you started)
Ain't got no more wristbands (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah 'bout seven more figures (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck you thought?
Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!
In the lyrics of the song "On Fire" by Young Thug, the artist expresses his anger and frustration towards someone who has wronged him or made him mad. He warns them that if they continue to provoke him, he will retaliate by involving his side partner or side bitch. He emphasizes his power and dominance, stating that he can easily put someone back where they started if they dare to cross him.
Young Thug also talks about his financial success, boasting about having seven figures and no longer needing wristbands, which could symbolize his rise to a higher status. He uses derogatory language towards his enemies, calling them derogatory names. He also mentions his extravagant lifestyle, including hopping off jets and Jeeps, signifying his opulence and luxurious experiences.
Throughout the song, Young Thug incorporates elements of violence and fire imagery as metaphors for his intense emotions and unstoppable energy. He claims that he can shoot someone so many times that they catch on fire, metaphorically implying that his words and actions are so powerful that they can consume his enemies. However, amidst the aggression and bravado, he also expresses a desire for love and companionship, mentioning the need for a threesome and seeking a "breezy beautiful thugger girl."
Overall, the song "On Fire" reflects Young Thug's feelings of power, anger, and dominance, with a mix of boasting about his wealth and the consequences of crossing him.
Line by Line Meaning
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
If you anger him, he will retaliate by involving his mistress
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You provoked him and he punished you by returning you to your initial state
Ain't got no more wristbands
I no longer have any wristbands
Yeah 'bout seven more figures
Yes, I have nearly seven more digits in my bank account
Fuck you thought?
What did you expect?
Pussy ass nigga
Cowardly individual
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Arrive on a private jet, then switch to a luxury car
Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt
Get off a private jet, then step out of a sports car
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Leave a private jet, then board another private jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!
Exit a private jet and wait for a moment!
Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire
Repeatedly shot someone until they were engulfed in flames
Every single night I'm spittin' fire
Every night I am delivering an intense performance
Tryna count my profit, baby watch 'em
Attempting to calculate my earnings, babe, pay attention
I'm tired of one, I need two, threesome (yeah)
I'm no longer satisfied with having one partner; I desire a threesome
Just give me a threesome
Simply grant me the opportunity to engage in a threesome
Push your head up in these strong arms
Rest your head on my powerful arms
Every city we live I need on
In each city we reside, I desire to be recognized
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm that raw
I am so exceptional that even in a luxurious Bentley, I leave behind a trail of destruction
Wedding room in my Japanese home
I have a dedicated space for commitment ceremonies in my Japanese residence
Rockin' gas in my Japanese drawers (rockin' gas)
I am wearing Japanese underwear filled with high-quality cannabis
My friends signed my Japanese wall
My associates have left their mark on the wall of my Japanese dwelling
Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
My old-fashioned outfits are quite expensive
I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but
I believe you are defeated, my dear, although
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
Although I no longer possess wristbands, I still have plenty of money
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat their names on me
I am in the car, and my crew members will tattoo their names on my body
You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
You cannot deceive me as if I have the answers permanently inked on my skin
It ain't got no scratches on me
There are no blemishes on me
I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me
I have a promiscuous woman accompanying me, and I am also armed with a weapon
My life like dominoes, I can't make mistakes lil' homie
My life resembles a game of dominoes, where I must avoid making any errors, young friend
Ay, I ain't got no scratches nowhere
Hey, I do not have any scratches anywhere on my body
I got good skin like a cover girl, hey
My skin is flawless like that of a model on a magazine cover, hey
You can come and chill with me
You are welcome to come and hang out with me
Let's drink a pint of codeine
Let's consume a significant amount of codeine cough syrup together
Blessed when she on search, she a li'l easy
She feels fortunate when she is actively seeking a romantic partner; she is somewhat promiscuous
Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me
I am accompanied by attractive, carefree women who embrace the thug lifestyle
Enjoy the wealth until you're gone
Experience the riches until they are no longer available
Pillsbury doughboy on strong
I resemble the Pillsbury doughboy but with a strong, muscular physique
Wearing the seat belt just 'cause my son
I wear a seat belt solely because of my son
I put a Portal on the neck of my son
I have adorned my son's neck with an expensive piece of jewelry
I got your back, I got some red in my tummy
I am here to support you, and I possess a significant amount of wealth
I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I desire to have velvet upholstery in my Maybach within a month
I got the Benz, still ain't traded in or nothin'
I own a Mercedes-Benz but have not traded it in for a different vehicle or sold it
I got like twenty cars, baby pick one
I own approximately twenty cars, my dear, feel free to choose one
Bird on my boots
Bird design on my footwear
Mm, you kick 'em, let bitches swoop
Mm, when you kick them, women will flock to me
Mm, how dare you, I kick a bullet
Mm, you provoke me, and I respond forcefully, like kicking a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the Ruler
Mm, my chains symbolize my authority and dominance
Mm, that's foreign, that ain't no scoon
Mm, that is exotic, not something ordinary
We killin', ain't tryna sue you
We are incredibly talented, not looking to take legal action against you
Mm, came a long way from ramen noodles
Mm, I have made significant progress from eating inexpensive ramen noodles
Mm, 2017 Porshes zoom, mm
Mm, zooming in 2017 Porsche vehicles, mm
I see you eatin' girl, you full, mhmm
I see that you are successful, girl, and content, mhmm
Got Molly in my Red Bull, uh huh
I have mixed the drug Molly with my Red Bull energy drink, uh huh
I'm with the dolls, and yeah we cruel
I am with my companions, who are ruthless and unkind
Everything you do be fire like you
Everything you do is excellent, just like you
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Ryan Vojtesak, Wesley Tyler Glass, London Holmes
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Muhle Mashale
If you never cried on this song I honestly don't know😭. This man's singing is so crazy you can feel the emotion. Can never forget this classic S/O thugger
Gary the Snail
“…came a long way from ramen noodles” no cap i cried when i heard that bih growing up poor as shit
Nate Williams RyMae Productions CEO
You can feel all kinds of emotions in all his music! He been my favorite rapper since 2010'ish when I first heard 1017 thug ("Condo Music", "Trigger Finger", "Miss u" etc.!) & ICFN ("Doors", "Curtains", "Keep In Touch", "Jamaican Slang", "Twitter Song" whole album fire!🔥🔥) etc.!
MC Tripsta C
This one makes me smile. I’ve got good skin like a cover girl… this is fun.
Tyrik Anderson
I’ve said it many times and I’ll say it again, this is the best song on the album
Steve Austine
Uhhm not the best buh one of the best ..for me family don't matter 🥵
SC
agreed
Quicc Hitter
"Enjoy the Wealth til Ya Gone"
I Felt That Heavily 💯🔥🛐
Durii 'EL
I just heard this. This definitely in his top thousand underrated songs
Bando Yne
Dorian ?