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/
Tragic
Young Thug Lyrics
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London on the track bitch!
Hahahahaha!
Aye this the truth
Dolly
London on the track bitch!
(What you got?)
(London)
Hell yeah, I'm a savage
Pussy wet, fuck a pad, you need some napkins
Hit the club, get some ones, and make it tragic
I'mma make it rain inside the club
I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub
Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does
I just do my thang in these streets, yah!
I'm the biggest, toughest wildebeest, yah!
All these starving niggas didn't come with a feast, yah!
I'mma put a super charger like a priest, yea!
If you really havin' birds, lemme see yea!
I just got a new iPhone and I ain't sync it
So I might don't got your number
If a nigga play, I might turn it like I channel
Caught me banging with a red bandana
Not no February scary bandana
Yah, don't get the scary bandana
I just might blow on that ho, no candle
No clothes baby that's my standards
Jamaicans smoking on cabanas
Purp make me forgot I'm not having stamina
Every Tuesday, I throw racks at amateurs
(What you got?)
Got London on da track bitch
(London)
Hell yeah, I'm a savage
Pussy wet, fuck a pad, you need some napkins
Hit the club, get some ones, and make it tragic
I'mma make it rain inside the club
I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub
Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does
Shoot a nigga down tragic, hold you number tragic
Your momma a tragic, your daddy a tragic
I pull up and trash shit, the whole bitty bastards
All my crew like trashing, let them have it
What if it ain't no baptist, Lil' boy Larry
Sit your little ass down like I used magic
I got more wood than a fucking palace
Dolly White told to me sit back, just point and laugh at (Dolly)
These niggas and these bum bitches
Porn bitches nigga come and get it
Nigga if I make it rain, let these bitches get it
I just want a long neck like a chicken, get it?
Every YSL member get it
I left weed in my fender, get it
Bring a tender, you a member get it
No puppet, no pretending I'mma fuckin menace
(What you got?)
Got London on da track bitch
(London)
Hell yeah, I'm a savage
Pussy wet, fuck a pad, you need some napkins
Hit the club, get some ones, and make it tragic
I'mma make it rain inside the club
I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub
Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does
London on the track bitch!
Hahahahaha!
The song "Tragic" by Young Thug, featuring Dolly White and produced by London on da Track, is an overall braggadocious track that reinforces Young Thug's reputation as a tough and wealthy rapper. In the opening lines, he immediately highlights his association with the renowned producer and repeats it multiple times throughout the song, using it as a sort of bragging phrase. The first verse involves Thug bragging about his sexual prowess and money, as well as his ability to make it rain and party excessively. The chorus then repeats the phrase "make it tragic" in reference to his ability to make it rain money and create a wild atmosphere.
The second verse continues his boasts, this time involving violent imagery and aggression towards his enemies, as well as bragging about his wealth and sexual prowess again. The song ends with a final repetition of the chorus and Thug's signature ad-libs laughing in the background. Overall, the song maintains a confident and aggressive tone, with Young Thug positioning himself as a dominant figure in the rap game who has no problem boasting about his wealth, power, and sexual prowess.
Line by Line Meaning
Got London on da track bitch
I have the producer London on the track working with me
Hell yeah, I'm a savage
I am a tough individual
Pussy wet, fuck a pad, you need some napkins
I am sexually active and my partner is wet
Hit the club, get some ones, and make it tragic
I will go to the club, get money, and make it rain
I'mma make it rain inside the club
I will shower the dancers with money
I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub
I will open and pour expensive champagne to impress the ladies
Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does
I am not paying attention to the women, but I'm still able to get them
I just do my thang in these streets, yah!
I am confident and comfortable in my surroundings
I'm the biggest, toughest wildebeest, yah!
I am the most fearless and dominant person in my environment
All these starving niggas didn't come with a feast, yah!
I am successful because I have the resources to achieve my goals
If you really havin' birds, lemme see yea!
If you have a lot of money, show it to me
I just got a new iPhone and I ain't sync it
I recently got a new phone and have not transferred the contacts yet
So I might don't got your number
I may not have your phone number at the moment
If a nigga play, I might turn it like I channel
I will quickly respond to any disrespect or hostility from others
Caught me banging with a red bandana
I was seen wearing a gang-affiliated red bandana
Not no February scary bandana
The bandana I'm wearing is not to celebrate Black History Month or for a costume
Yah, don't get the scary bandana
Don't be afraid of me or show me disrespect because of what I'm wearing
I just might blow on that ho, no candle
I may give oral sex to a woman
No clothes baby that's my standards
I am comfortable being naked
Jamaicans smoking on cabanas
Jamaicans are smoking marijuana in their huts
Purp make me forgot I'm not having stamina
Smoking weed makes me forget that I am not as energetic as before
Every Tuesday, I throw racks at amateurs
I spend a lot of money on people who don't deserve it
Shoot a nigga down tragic, hold you number tragic
I am capable of committing murder, and if you cross me, it will be a tragedy
Your momma a tragic, your daddy a tragic
Your parents are terrible and disappointing to me
I pull up and trash shit, the whole bitty bastards
I come in and destroy everything, including the people involved
All my crew like trashing, let them have it
All of my friends are equally destructive and will cause damage
What if it ain't no baptist, Lil' boy Larry
I don't care if someone has a religious background or not
Sit your little ass down like I used magic
I tell people what to do and they obey without understanding how I do it
I got more wood than a fucking palace
I am well-endowed in the male genital area
Dolly White told to me sit back, just point and laugh at (Dolly)
My friend Dolly White advises me to not worry about others and just enjoy the moment
These niggas and these bum bitches
I have no respect for people who are unsuccessful and lazy
Porn bitches nigga come and get it
I can easily have sex with a lot of women
Nigga if I make it rain, let these bitches get it
If I throw money around, let the women grab it
I just want a long neck like a chicken, get it?
I want a tall woman
Every YSL member get it
Everyone who belongs to my label, Young Stoner Life, understands this lifestyle
I left weed in my fender, get it
I forgot weed in my car trunk
Bring a tender, you a member get it
Bring an attractive woman if you are part of my group
No puppet, no pretending I'mma fuckin menace
I am not controlled by anyone, and I am a dangerous person
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Dom K
One of Thug’s hardest unreleased songs ! His sound from 2014-16 was unreal…
Ghoul
he is not frm earth
SPACEDOUT
bro 2016 feels like yesterday im not even lying
aa no
Untouchable. He was so deep into his bag.
Wheresmypercs
Reallll
23 Raid
One of my favorite classic thug songs.
Evan Boykin
One of the hardest songs I’ve ever heard🤟🏾
Senji
@I love nick But I don’t like you don't bother with that clown. To each his own
Extendo
no cap
Bac King
This rlly one of the thugs better songs