Biografía:
Jeffery Lamar Williams (Atlanta, Georgia, 16 de agosto de 1991), más conocido por su nombre artístico Young Thug, es un rapero, cantante y compositor estadounidense.
Después de lanzar las primeras tres entregas de su serie de mixtape I Came from Nothing a lo largo de 2011 y 2012, Young Thug llamó la atención del rapero Gucci Mane, que invito a firmar a Young Thug a su sello 1017 Brick Squad Records, asylum / Atlantic Records, en 2013. posteriormente lanzó su primer proyecto en la etiqueta, su cuarta mezcla, 1017 Thug.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
Em C G D
[Verse 1]
Em C
I want that pussy in a Wraith
G
I'ma make sure lil' mama feel it
D Em
Every eyeball that look at me, she wanna kill it
C G
We make love, it be hot just like a skillet
D Em
I don't wanna buy her love, I wanna build it
C G
Build that bitch up from the ground, never want tear that bitch down
D
Yeah, you know that this dick ain't no clown
Em
You know this dick make you make sounds
C
I fuck that bitch good, I don't tease her
G
Nigga, that why she not leavin'
D
And you know that I smoke on that kush, no Khalifa
Em
And I do it for my people
C G D
Yeah, I never ever met a girl like you
Em
I'm lovin' every single curve about you
C G
Ooh, you know I would smoke the whole world, 'bout you
D Em
Put on my suit, go get my boots, I'll go to jail 'bout you
C
You know who you with
G
Lil' baby stop playin', darlin', you know who you with
G
You know who you with
D
Man I'm so for real
Em
I copped you a coupe baby, I'ma chauffeur it
C G
Man I'm so for real these niggas be talkin', we bust it so for real
D Em
I'm so geeked up on your lovin' I don't need no mollies, so for real
C
Behind closed doors it gets drastic
G
Pussy wet, I done worked magic
D
Yeah, I am the truth so don't answer
Em
Yeah, I shoot our vids and they plastic
C G D
Yeah, I only call lil' mama baby when she say daddy
[Chorus]
Em C
If that's your man, you better hold him down
G D
Murder she wrote
Em C
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
G
And she was popular way before me
D Em C
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me
G D
I swear to God she wanna feel it
Em C
When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
G
I wanna hit it when I feel it
D
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Em
Make me feel it, make me feel it
C
Make me feel it, make me feel it
G
Oh, I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
D
I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
Em
Baby, I'll give you head, give me ceilings
C
Come here bae, I'm appealin'
G
I'm locked down, all metal
D
Horseshoe, True Religion
Em
I'm dabbin', I'm dabbin'
C
I'll hop in your car, and I'll smash it, I'll smash it
G
I'm buyin' gold Rollies, yeah I'm Trinidad-in'
D
They look like they don't wanna fuck, but they actin'
Em
I'm pourin' up purple, that purple, yeah, Actavis
C G D
And I think I'm tough, you look tough, so let's clash it
Em
War ready, I'm goin' steady
C
I fuck with Keisha, not the one from Belly
G
I wanna fuck and not talk and I said it
D
I want that cat like a leopard
Em
Let's go to Germany, no Shepherd
C
She don't need no hand, I'ma help her
G
She barely keep it so I kept her
D
Watch me tell her
[Chorus]
Em C
If that's your man, you better hold him down
G D
Murder she wrote
Em C
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
G
And she was popular way before me
D Em C
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me
G D
I swear to God she wanna feel it
Em C
When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
G
I wanna hit it when I feel it
D
Yeah, yeah
Em C G D
[Verse 1]
Em C
I want that pussy in a Wraith
G
I'ma make sure lil' mama feel it
D Em
Every eyeball that look at me, she wanna kill it
C G
We make love, it be hot just like a skillet
D Em
I don't wanna buy her love, I wanna build it
C G
Build that bitch up from the ground, never want tear that bitch down
D
Yeah, you know that this dick ain't no clown
Em
You know this dick make you make sounds
C
I fuck that bitch good, I don't tease her
G
Nigga, that why she not leavin'
D
And you know that I smoke on that kush, no Khalifa
Em
And I do it for my people
C G D
Yeah, I never ever met a girl like you
Em
I'm lovin' every single curve about you
C G
Ooh, you know I would smoke the whole world, 'bout you
D Em
Put on my suit, go get my boots, I'll go to jail 'bout you
C
You know who you with
G
Lil' baby stop playin', darlin', you know who you with
G
You know who you with
D
Man I'm so for real
Em
I copped you a coupe baby, I'ma chauffeur it
C G
Man I'm so for real these niggas be talkin', we bust it so for real
D Em
I'm so geeked up on your lovin' I don't need no mollies, so for real
C
Behind closed doors it gets drastic
G
Pussy wet, I done worked magic
D
Yeah, I am the truth so don't answer
Em
Yeah, I shoot our vids and they plastic
C G D
Yeah, I only call lil' mama baby when she say daddy
[Chorus]
Em C
If that's your man, you better hold him down
G D
Murder she wrote
Em C
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
G
And she was popular way before me
D Em C
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me
G D
I swear to God she wanna feel it
Em C
When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
G
I wanna hit it when I feel it
D
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Em
Make me feel it, make me feel it
C
Make me feel it, make me feel it
G
Oh, I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
D
I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
Em
Baby, I'll give you head, give me ceilings
C
Come here bae, I'm appealin'
G
I'm locked down, all metal
D
Horseshoe, True Religion
Em
I'm dabbin', I'm dabbin'
C
I'll hop in your car, and I'll smash it, I'll smash it
G
I'm buyin' gold Rollies, yeah I'm Trinidad-in'
D
They look like they don't wanna fuck, but they actin'
Em
I'm pourin' up purple, that purple, yeah, Actavis
C G D
And I think I'm tough, you look tough, so let's clash it
Em
War ready, I'm goin' steady
C
I fuck with Keisha, not the one from Belly
G
I wanna fuck and not talk and I said it
D
I want that cat like a leopard
Em
Let's go to Germany, no Shepherd
C
She don't need no hand, I'ma help her
G
She barely keep it so I kept her
D
Watch me tell her
[Chorus]
Em C
If that's your man, you better hold him down
G D
Murder she wrote
Em C
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
G
And she was popular way before me
D Em C
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me
G D
I swear to God she wanna feel it
Em C
When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
G
I wanna hit it when I feel it
D
Yeah, yeah
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