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  • Juvenile – Red Sox (feat. Young Thug)

    [Verse 1: Juvenile]
    I take it, you niggas think I’m a fake
    It’s all in your face, I can see ya hate
    I ain’t doing good, I’m doing great
    We been living in the ghetto to estates
    You a pussy nigga, you ain’t gon’ relate
    But these bitches gon’ do what a nigga say
    I start with A and then end with a K
    I’m home these bitches get in the way
    Man, I hunt a nigga down with the choppa
    Circle round this whole town like a helicopter
    Down for whatever, coke, pounds or whatever
    I was raised in a broken house, I know no better
    Nigga put in the bag, boy you a fag
    I knew my mamma very well, I ain’t know my dad
    Camouflage rags up in the air
    Got some soldiers over here, soldiers over there
    Bust a nigga in the club, he need Obamacare
    I bet I put you in the grave before your mama there
    Peeling off in the Rover ya’ll saw me
    Got to send ‘ em shout out to the drunkest young boy
    Lil’ nigga with a trunk full of narcotic
    I got every pill except an antibiotic
    ”S” on my chest got me feeling bionic
    You can roll a nigga in paper, i’m chronic

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
    H-o-t Boy, nigga catch ’em Hy!-beats
    I ain’t advertising but you can try hire me
    Ok now throw up what you banging
    If you in the hood, you need to be slanging
    Nigga run it to the top, get the guap
    Run it to the top, while y’all flock
    Hey, I’m banging red like a Red Sox
    Yeah, I’m banging red like a Red Sox

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    Pussy nigga is your time to die, nigga death o’clock
    Nigga, nigga i’m heating it’s a fed clock
    Yeah Juvie, I say yeaaah Juvie

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Lord Of The Ring my nigga, I’m bleedin’ I’m fiendin’ my nigga
    Hey I’m fiendin’ for digits and millions
    Nigga smokin’ green, racks stacked up like green tree
    Living life like my new single, cash out like Charlie Sheen (cash!)
    I sell collar greens, spend the profit on jelly beans
    You soft nigga, jolly feet, sold many drugs, nigga gotta eat
    Sneakin’ and geekin’, a pull up on weekends, I fuck on the deacon’s daughter
    The cousin, the bousin, the mother, the father
    The Uncle, the aunt, I roll up a blunt
    Bring out the remix of Stoner, I call it The Stunt
    I won’t tell you once, we eatin’, we feastin’, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch!

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
    H-o-t Boy, nigga catch ’em Hy!-beats
    I ain’t advertising but you can try me
    Ok now throw up what you banging
    If you in the hood, you need to be slinging
    Nigga run it to the top, get the guap
    Run it to the top, while y’all flock
    Hey, I’m banging red like a Red Sox
    Yeah, I’m banging red like a Red Sox


  • Red sox – Juvenile feat. Young Thug lyrics

    Lyrics Juvenile – Red Sox

    I take it, you niggas think I’m a fake
    It’s all in your face, I can see ya hate
    I ain’t doing good, I’m doing great
    We been living in the ghetto to estates
    You a pussy nigga, you ain’t gon’ relate
    But these b*tches gon’ do what a nigga say
    I start with A and then end with a K
    I’m home these b*tches get in the way
    Man, I hunt a nigga down with the choppa
    Circle round this whole town like a helicopter
    Down for whatever, coke, pounds or whatever
    I was raised in a broken house, I know no better
    Nigga put in the bag, boy you a fag
    I knew my mamma very well, I ain’t know my dad
    Camouflage rags up in the air
    Got some soldiers over here, soldiers over there
    Bust a nigga in the club, he need Obamacare
    I bet I put you in the grave before your mama there
    Peeling off in the Rover ya’ll saw me
    Got to send ‘ em shout out to the drunkest young boy
    Lil’ nigga with a trunk full of narcotic
    I got every pill except an antibiotic
    ”S” on my chest got me feeling bionic
    You can roll a nigga in paper, I’m chronic.(red sox)

    H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
    H-o-t Boy, nigga catch ’em Hy!-beats
    I ain’t advertising but you can try hire me
    Ok now throw up what you banging
    If you in the hood, you need to be slanging
    Nigga run it to the top, get the guap
    Run it to the top, while y’all flock
    Hey, I’m banging red like a Red Sox
    Yeah, I’m banging red like a Red Sox.

    Pussy nigga is your time to die, nigga death o’clock
    Nigga, nigga i’m heating it’s a fed clock
    Yeah Juvie, I say yeaaaah Juvie.

    Lord Of The Ring my nigga, I’m bleedin’ I’m fiendin’ my nigga
    Hey I’m fiendin’ for digits and millions
    Nigga smokin’ green, racks stacked up like green tree
    Living life like my new single, cash out like Charlie Sheen (cash!)
    I sell collar greens, spend the profit on jelly beans
    You soft nigga, jolly feet, sold many drugs, nigga gotta eat
    Sneakin’ and geekin’, a pull up on weekends, I f*ck on the deacon’s daughter
    The cousin, the bousin, the mother, the father
    The Uncle, the aunt, I roll up a blunt
    Bring out the remix of Stoner, I call it The Stunt
    I won’t tell you once, we eatin’, we feastin’, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch!

    H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
    H-o-t Boy, nigga catch ’em Hy!-beats
    I ain’t advertising but you can try me
    Ok now throw up what you banging
    If you in the hood, you need to be slinging
    Nigga run it to the top, get the guap
    Run it to the top, while y’all flock
    Hey, I’m banging red like a Red Sox
    Yeahhh, I’m banging red like a Red Soxxx.
    Juvenile lyrics
    Video sox


  • Joe Budden – Forget lyrics

    [Intro: Russell Thompkins, Jr. of The Stylistics]
    It’s easy, to forget
    A joke or game, someone’s name
    The day to day, what time to meet
    A certain place, or one street

    [Verse]
    Faces be looking familiar, sometimes it’s hard to know
    I’ve been in a whole lot of places, I’ve met a lot of folks
    Ain’t had a window to open, needed a pot to throw
    In my hood the story of Mouse is one you gotta know
    Could ask ma to push the i8 Beamer
    Can’t remember where I seen her, I think it was La Marina
    Singing all the words to Trina
    Whole demeanor said freak like old pictures of Adina
    But now all these broads shaped the same and waist trained
    I’m on my third passport, I can’t remember these niggas
    Like all the faces is blurred of most these industry niggas
    Mean game somewhile for an inkling of the fame
    And I can spot them from their accents when I’m thinking of their name
    I’ve seen dames sip pink champagne
    And do drugs that’ll put Charlie Sheen to shame
    Off my penis until I came
    The drugs over these years made its way to my mental
    Pardon if I don’t remember when you gave me a demo
    Or that one night we met up in Aces
    When it count ’em an accountant, I’m just better with faces
    So it’s regular Joe, a regular wherever if I’mma go
    That’s since forever ago, so it’s however it could go, Joey


  • Joe Budden – Forget (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

    [Verse]
    Faces be looking familiar, sometimes it’s hard to know
    I’ve been in a whole lot of places, I’ve met a lot of folks
    Ain’t had a window to open, needed a pot to throw
    In my hood the story of Mouse is one you gotta know
    Could ask ma to push the i8 Beamer
    Can’t remember where I seen her, I think it was La Marina
    Singing all the words to Trina
    Whole demeanor said freak like old pictures of Adina
    But now all these broads shaped the same and waist trained
    I’m on my third passport, I can’t remember these niggas
    Like all the faces is blurred of most these industry niggas
    Mean game somewhile for an inkling of the fame
    And I can spot them from their accents when I’m thinking of their name
    I’ve seen dames sip pink champagne
    And do drugs that’ll put Charlie Sheen to shame
    Off my penis until I came
    The drugs over these years made its way to my mental
    Pardon if I don’t remember when you gave me a demo
    Or that one night we met up in Aces
    When it count ’em an accountant, I’m just better with faces
    So it’s regular Joe, a regular wherever if I’mma go
    That’s since forever ago, so it’s however it could go, Joey


  • Zaytoven – Guwop Home (feat. Young Thug) (Where Would The Game Be Without Me Mixtape) letras

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    Mike Willy with me nigga
    Big Guwop home
    We no longer miss you, yeah
    I know Guwop home
    We all no longer miss you

    [Hook: Gucci Mane & Young Thug]
    Dream, it’s a young nigga dream, yeah
    Money talk like I’m Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop)
    I’m a blood but I got on blue jeans (it’s Wizzop)
    Nigga act so tough it’s startin’ scene
    In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain
    Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range
    Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean?
    Old rich ass nigga, I got everything
    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    Rose gold watch, but my bottle pink gold
    Three red hoes walking round in red rose
    Can’t stay the night I’m not the type to be on Skype ho
    Wrote me off, said that I was gone, that was a typo
    Take a white girl out a trailer make her Iggy
    Take a black bitch outta Magic make her Nicki
    Pissy yellow Rollie, baby pissy in her feelings
    My young bitches show respect they call me Mr. Millions
    Brown skin chick and she love to wear purple
    Her nails purple, lips purple, pussy hair purple
    Big titty Amazon in my black Benz
    I’m rich black man got a couple white friends

    [Hook: Gucci Mane & Young Thug]
    Dream, it’s a young nigga dream, yeah
    Money talk like I’m Charlie Sheen, yeah
    I’m a blood but I got on blue jeans
    Nigga act so tough it’s startin’ scene
    In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain
    Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range
    Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean?
    Old rich ass nigga, I got everything

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    My teeth white like a toilet tissue
    Stop the cappin’, boy you know you miss her
    We hit the lobby then we saw you kiss her
    Lil mama crazy she gon’ try to kill you
    I got the weed, bring the molly with you
    I got the syrup, bring the Jolly Ranchers
    You talk to 12 we gon’ off your body
    You tripping boy you need some knowledge in you
    Boss man from the 1248
    For the clan, nigga 12, 40 plays
    Living good, everyday my birthday
    Pockets full of money, Master P, ay
    National bid day
    Free the Wop nigga, National Siblings Day
    Call the dentist day
    Pull up to the public, come and see the bae
    Run it up to the top
    Get out and ran it back to the top
    Flood your ear, your neck, your wrist, your fingers
    And put it all on rocks
    Say Guwop home and yeah it’s official, grab some tissues
    What’s wrong with you?

    [Hook: Gucci Mane & Young Thug]
    Dream, it’s a young nigga dream, yeah
    Money talk like I’m Charlie Sheen, yeah
    I’m a blood but I got on blue jeans
    Nigga act so tough it’s startin’ scene
    In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain
    Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range
    Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean?
    Old rich ass nigga, I got everything (It’s Gucci)

    [Outro: Young Thug]
    Big Guwop home
    We no longer miss you
    I know Guwop home
    We no longer miss you, hey
    I can’t wait
    Run it up to the top
    Get it out and ran it back to the top
    Flood your ears, your neck, your wrist, your fingers
    And put it all on rocks
    Say Guwop home and yeah it’s official, grab some tissues