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/
Problems
Young Thug Lyrics
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We're YSL a.k.a. Private Fly Gang you know
Yeah man, we the Private Fly Gang you know, join in bitch
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem
In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done took off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, call 'em doves
Implants up under my girls
Please no-no fallin' in love
I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch , mine bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
And I'mma lie to that ho like a rug
Gettin' money of course
Blat! Cookin' white like the Porsches
Shout out to Nelly Air Forces
Hop in that 'ghini ran right on your porch
Hop out like motherfuck the doors
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo
(Free Offset nigga)
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem
Damn, we gon' try you in these streets
We gon' G her with no sheets
How long ago? 'Bout a week
All my attires are neat
All of her friends are unique
I wanna fuck at least three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He playin'? I pop him like Pop Tarts
I'mma demon, only see when dark
I look like I got a Visa card
Private Fly Gang, yeah agree with us
Dinosaur B's and some C's with us
I like that cat bald like an eagle bruh
Since I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us
Damn it's Friday, I need angel dust
I fuck that bitch if she starin'
Pull up and hop out Mclarens
Don't say I won't 'cause that's darin'
I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem
The song "Problem" by Young Thug portrays the lavish lifestyle of the rapper and his group, the YSL or Private Fly Gang, as they flaunt their wealth, success, and sexual exploits. The lyrics are filled with references to money, drugs, women, and violence, delivered in Thug's characteristic high-pitched, melodic flow, and punctuated by ad-libs and chants from his crew.
The opening lines establish the YSL as a formidable group, with Thug asserting their name and identity, and inviting others to join them. The chorus then repeats the phrase "boy that's your problem" as a taunt and threat to anyone who might challenge or envy their situation. The verses continue with various boasts and boasts, such as having money as long as a Greyhound bus, smoking weed by the pound, and having women swarm around them like gowns. Thug also implies that he can impregnate any woman he wants and dispose of the resulting child without regret.
The song's explicit and provocative lyrics have drawn both praise and criticism from fans and critics, with some hailing Thug's originality and charisma, and others condemning his vulgarity and misogyny. "Problem" is part of Thug's long career of controversial but successful tracks, which have established him as one of the most influential and popular rappers of his generation.
Line by Line Meaning
Okay okay, so, YSL
Starting off, we're the Young Slime Life group aka Private Fly Gang
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Ladies are attracted to our group and its members, how many exactly?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Although young, our wealth is as long as a Greyhound bus
Smokin' that shit out the pound
We smoke high quality marijuana directly from the pound (454 grams)
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
We've always maintained our status and nothing about us is missing
These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
Women come and go in our lives
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
I had sex with her and nailed her like I would mount an animal
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Women will always protect and cover for us, hence the comparison to gowns
Boy that's your problem
Whatever issue or concerns you have, that's your own problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
I can possibly harm someone if that's what you want, but it's still your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
If someone is getting overwhelmed or disoriented, that's their own issue
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
I don't need anyone to perform an abortion when I can simply ejaculate inside your mother
Send him up to God with no problem
I can send someone to their grave with ease
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
I've got plenty of jewelry and snot on me, but it's not a problem for me
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem
My Rolex watch is so shiny and extravagant that it dazzles like a major issue
In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm gassin'
I'm driving my Bentley loudly and at high speed
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I have lots of money, and specifically hundreds. I don't mix blue cheese and ranch dressing together.
I done took off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
I made it big and now I'm dancing like Paris Hilton
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
I feel like a rockstar like Marilyn Manson and I want to be recognized with a Grammy award
Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud
Give me that purple codeine syrup, just hand it over
Sticky white birds, call 'em doves
The sticky, white pieces of codeine pills are like doves
Implants up under my girls
My female companions have breast implants
Please no-no fallin' in love
I don't want to become emotionally attached
I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch, mine bout thick as a cup
I'm hanging out with a curvy woman that's as thick as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
People are hating on me but I don't care because I've spent money on myself
And I'mma lie to that ho like a rug
I'm going to lie to her without a second thought
Gettin' money of course
Making money is a given
Blat! Cookin' white like the Porsches
The pistol goes off and we're cooking coke like the luxury car
Shout out to Nelly Air Forces
A shoutout to Nelly's popular Air Force ones
Hop in that 'ghini ran right on your porch
I'm driving my Lamborghini right onto your property
Hop out like motherfuck the doors
I'm jumping out of the car and don't care about the doors
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo
I support releasing Offset from jail, he's a member of the rap group Migos
Damn, we gon' try you in these streets
We're going to test you on the tough streets
We gon' G her with no sheets
We're going to have sex with her without any bedding
How long ago? 'Bout a week
Only a week ago
All my attires are neat
All of my clothing is stylish and clean
All of her friends are unique
All of her friends are different and individual
I wanna fuck at least three
I want to have sex with at least three women
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
Can I do that? (Yes, of course)
He playin'? I pop him like Pop Tarts
If he's messing around, I'll kill him instantly
I'mma demon, only see when dark
I'm a dark and evil force
I look like I got a Visa card
It appears as if I have excess money and a credit card
Private Fly Gang, yeah agree with us
You should join our exclusive group, Private Fly Gang
Dinosaur B's and some C's with us
We're wearing expensive shoes, including Dinosaur B's and C's
I like that cat bald like an eagle bruh
I prefer a female that has a bald pubic area
Since I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us
Since I made a lot of money, nothing can stop us
Damn it's Friday, I need angel dust
It's Friday and I want to take hallucinogenic drugs
I fuck that bitch if she starin'
I'll have sex with her if she's staring at me
Pull up and hop out Mclarens
We're pulling up in our luxury McLaren cars and hopping out
Don't say I won't 'cause that's darin'
Don't say I won't do something because I'm daring
I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow
I'll kill him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle
My girlfriend is promiscuous like a horse without a saddle
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel
You should shoot her once with a double-barreled shotgun
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Ladies are attracted to our group and its members, how many exactly?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Although young, our wealth is as long as a Greyhound bus
Smokin' that shit out the pound
We smoke high quality marijuana directly from the pound (454 grams)
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
We've always maintained our status and nothing about us is missing
These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
Women come and go in our lives
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
I had sex with her and nailed her like I would mount an animal
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Women will always protect and cover for us, hence the comparison to gowns
Boy that's your problem
Whatever issue or concerns you have, that's your own problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
I can possibly harm someone if that's what you want, but it's still your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
If someone is getting overwhelmed or disoriented, that's their own issue
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
I don't need anyone to perform an abortion when I can simply ejaculate inside your mother
Send him up to God with no problem
I can send someone to their grave with ease
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
I've got plenty of jewelry and snot on me, but it's not a problem for me
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem
My Rolex watch is so shiny and extravagant that it dazzles like a major issue
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Missing Link Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DAVID CUNNINGHAM, JEFFERY WILLIAMS, ISAAC LAHMI BIVENS, JAMARII MASSEY
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Young thug the type of nigga to study for a drug test
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lmao
@ItxMthresh_mfethu
Dope
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W
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+RedA7 W
@cloudchaser8297
lol
@ObeyRoyalJDM
i played this at school, i still owe funds to the fire department
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😂🔥
@Jaythakidd_02
damn bruh😂
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Hold this W. with pride fam you earned it😂💯