Birdman & Young Thug - Lil One (2018)

Birdman & Young Thug - Lil One (2018)
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[Intro: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah Aye, yeah, yeah Hey We got London On Da Track Thugger [Hook 1: Young Thug] Lil' one I want to know, how you feelin' lil' one (tell me, how you feel) Tell Lil Thugger, how you feelin' lil' one Hey, I need to know just, how you feel, feel, feel [Post-Hook 1: Young Thug] How are you feelin' lil one, how you feelin' lil' one? (I just want you to tell me, I just want you to tell me) How are you feelin' lil' one, how you feelin' lil' one (I just want you to tell me, I just want you to tell me) I wanna know, how you feel lil' one Tell me just, how you feel lil' one Tell, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, just tell me (tell me) [Bridge 1: Young Thug] I just want you to tell me I just want you to tell me (I'm listenin') I just want you to tell me (go 'head) I just want you to tell me I just want you to tell me I just want you to tell me [Verse 1: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah Go 'head and tell me, how you feel Hey, I'm playin' doctor just like Phil (go 'head) I got more syrup than Uncle Phil (ooh) I'm almost certain that I'ma feel, hey (hey) Screwed to the max (I'm geeked) I swear to God, I got that coolie on a mack (graw-graw) I ran up my bands up, now she act like a brat She could never be a gnat (no) I'm not talking 'bout no build But lil' mama gotta six pack (woo) She workin' on it (she, what?) She get on top of me and work me, homie Actin' childish in this phantom Lay back the curtains on it She tryna show 'em, that she ridin' 'round with me And they trash, no curby, homie, oh We might just stroll, we ain't tryna roll I just wanna enjoy every second She can take it slow I'm like oh, oh, oh, oh whoa I'm not talkin' bean But she keep pigeons on her toes [Bridge 2: Young Thug] Aye Thugger want you to feel it (yeah) I just want you to feel it (yeah) I just want you to feel it Yeah (lil' one, lil' one, lil' one) Yeah (lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one) [Hook 2: Young Thug] How you feel lil' one? I wanna know just, how you feel lil one Please, tell Thugger, just, how you feel lil' one How you feel, how you feel, how you feelin'? How you feelin', how you feelin', just, how you feel [Post-Hook 2: Young Thug] I just want you to feel it Blood. just want you to feel it YSL, want you to feel it Please Baby girl, I wanna feel it Please, tell me, I'm feelin' it Please, tell me, I'm feelin' it, yeah [Verse 2: Young Thug & Birdman] She not a Crip, but her coupe blue She not a Blood, but she eat ravioli Wanna twist yo' body around, I hope you know yoga Nigga screamin', "free Pibb" like I'm giving away soda I don't really talk, but I been said, "I told ya" I'm ridin' with the yoppa like I come from Magnolia (graw) I just wanna bang bang like Chief Sosa (bang-bang) It's a shame on Stunnaman so, yeah Tell me, how you feel, nigga Tell me, how you feel, a nigga Tell me, how you feel, a nigga, for real Show you, how we dealin', nigga Show you, how we kill a nigga Show you, how we illy niggas, for real It's chop-chop and bang-bang It's bang-bang and chop-chop It's Blood gang, we kill niggas, for real It's chop-chop and bang-bang It's Cash Money, it's Rich Gang, it's YSL We kill niggas, for real I thought I told ya Born stunnas, we known high rollers Bang-bang for young soldiers (I just want you to tell me) Bang-bang for lil' soldiers [Outro: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah Go 'head and tell me, how you feel Hey, I'm playin' doctor just like Phil (go 'head) I got more syrup than Uncle Phil (ooh) I'm almost certain that imma feel, hey (hey) Screwed to the max (I'm geeked) I swear to God, I got that coolie on a mack (graw-graw) I ran up my bands up, now she act like a brat She could never be a gnat (no) I'm not talking 'bout no build But lil' mama gotta six pack (woo) She workin' on it (she, what?) She get on top of me and work me, homie Actin' childish in this phantom Lay back the curtains on it She tryna show 'em, that she ridin' 'round with me And they trash, no curby, homie