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MP3 » T.I – Ring (ft. Young Thug)

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T.I. comes through with yet another new song titled “Ring” featuring Young Thug

Year: 2020

Song: Ring

Artist: T.I

Album: N/A

Feat: Young Thug

Prod: N/A



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MP3 » Pop Smoke – Paranoia (ft Gunna x Young Thug)

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Pop Smoke comes through with yet another new song titled “Paranoia” featuring Gunna & Young Thug


Year: 2020

Song: Paranoia

Artist: Pop Smoke

Album: Shoot For The Stars Aim For The Moon (Deluxe)

Feat: Young Thug x Gunna

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MP3 » Aminé – Compensating (ft. Young Thug) | Lyrics

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Aminé comes through with yet another new song titled “Compensating” featuring Young Thug 


Year: 2020

Song: Compensating

Artist: Aminé

Album: N/A

Feat: Young Thug

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[Album] Chris Brown & Young Thug – Slime & B

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Year: 2020

Song: N/A

Artist: Chris Brown & Young Thug

Album: Slime & B

Feat: N/A

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Mp3: Post Malone – Let It Rain (ft. Young Thug) | Lyrics

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Year: 2020

Song: Let It Rain

Artist: Post Malone

Album: N/A

Feat: Young Thug

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MP3: Young Thug – Squirt And Fart | Lyrics

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Year: 2020

Song: Squirt and Fart

Artist: Young Thug

Album: Snake Language

Feat: N/A

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Lil Baby – We Should (ft. Young Thug) | Mp3 & Lyrics >> N.Rs

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Year: 2020

Song: We Should

Artist: Lil Baby

Album: My Turn

Feat: Young Thug

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Shit, nigga just goddamn snatched one of his daughters, now she trippin’
You tellin’ me, nigga, that ain’t burn out now? What’s up? (Wheezy outta here)

Started with a penny, now it’s racked up to a million (Woo)
Rappin’ rappin’ niggas can’t compare, they like my children (Yeah)
I know bitches tryna get to know a nigga ’cause his digit
You a Honda Civic whipper, in my (In what?) chameleon (Yeah)
We should start a group and we can call it New Edition
Maybe we can do it different, prolly make a hundred million (Yeah)
I come from a place between the bricks where it was hard at (Woo)
Whenever I ain’t around they talkin’ ‘flauge, I had to fall back

Wrist a Honda Civic, Lamborghini arms (Lamborghini)
We get plenty pussy (What?), nah-nah-nah-nah (Nah-nah-nah-nah)
Don’t you call me with it (Don’t you call me with it)
Boss nigga, we don’t talk ’bout chickens (Brr, brr), nah-nah-nah-nah
My Rolls Royce in the projects, they look at me like I’m God
Don’t ask me ’bout no such-and-such, don’t speak about no charge
I just stack my money different, every ten go in a rubber band
Too much attention on these rappers, fuck it, we gon’ whack their man
Some shit I don’t understand, I go get it, I never ask
I don’t condone that robbin’, but if you slime, suggest you wear a mask
Treat my niggas and my bitches all like players, buy ’em all bags
Wish I would’ve answered for the homies that I can’t call back

Started with a penny, now it’s racked up to a million (Woo)
Rappin’ rappin’ niggas can’t compare, they like my children (Yeah)
I know bitches tryna get to know a nigga ’cause his digit
You a Honda Civic whipper, in my (In what?) chameleon (Yeah)
We should start a group and we can call it New Edition
Maybe we can do it different, prolly make a hundred million (Yeah)
I come from a place between the bricks where it was hard at (Woo)
Whenever I ain’t around they talkin’ ‘flauge, I had to fall back

My dawg just lost his dawg into the system, it got me fucked up
I can’t tell him nothin’ negative, so I told him he gon’ luck up
Had a bittersweet birthday, got a bad call in a Rolls truck (What?)
Red guts look watermelon and spaghetti and some ketchup (Hey)
All my niggas leavin’ me, this shit got me depressed (Woah)
Thought he was gon’ wreck the Maserati or the ‘Vette
But he on the yard with the old dawgs, they a wreck (Huh)
I missed a court call, what they said?

No more fake text messages, leave ’em all on read (Yeah)
And this game some bullshit, but they payin’ so I play it (I play it)
Cartier earrings, act like I don’t hear what they be sayin’ (Yeah)
Keep that shit too solid, I spent millions on my family (Woo)
None of that shit promised, I pay cash, I take chances (Woo)
I don’t understand nothin’, I don’t want no advance
Blood on these diamonds, they look good, they dance
Big truck pull up like a blue ambulance

Started with a penny, now it’s racked up to a million (Woo)
Rappin’ rappin’ niggas can’t compare, they like my children (Yeah)
I know bitches tryna get to know a nigga ’cause his digit
You a Honda Civic whipper, in my (In what?) chameleon (Yeah)
We should start a group and we can call it New Edition
Maybe we can do it different, prolly make a hundred million (Yeah)
I come from a place between the bricks where it was hard at (Woo)
Whenever I ain’t around they talkin’ ‘flauge, I had to fall back


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Hot – Young thug ft Travis Scott, Gunna | Mp3 Download & Lyrics N.Rs

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Young thug trends featuring travis Scott and Gunna in his new hit. ‘Hot’

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Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Everything litty, I love when it’s hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more milli’s, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks ’cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies ’cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cartier eye
I’m the bossman in the suit with no tie
I can’t be sober, I gotta stay high
Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
Ridin’ in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
Don’t worry, baby, I keep me some fire
Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide
The latest Mercedes, her go-to surprise
Don’t sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
Diggin’ her back while I’m grippin’ her sides
Bigger Maybach, this ain’t regular size
We really fly, we like pelican glide
Bitch, you ain’t slick, I can tell the disguise
Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
I told her to gargle and work on her highs
Everything litty, I love when it’s hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more milli’s, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks ’cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies ’cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals
I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (skrrt)
Haven’t had a sip, that there weed you can’t smoke in the Rolls Royce, whoa, whoa (yeah, yeah)
I’m strapped up, I’m cupped up, I’m drinkin’, I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo)
I’m in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was five
Keep the old ones on the shelf
Whole sixteen round in the fire
I’m sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin’, they tellin’ these lies
Actin’ like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys
Yeah, Cartier eyes, Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
Cartier love, Cartier the thot
Cartier spread, buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
Cartier jeans, ain’t no way I can sag
Ain’t no way I’ma ever gon’ go out bad
I can’t go out, no way I’ma go out
I just grip on her ass and I show out
I sit like a champ and I wait on a whole lot
I can whip up a new Chanel Patek
I whip with the wrist and I don’t break the door out
Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, damn
Hot, hot, hot, hot

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