Im with you on Thug vs Cole and Kendrick
Migos Thuggin project officially scrapped.
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In my opinion, it's not even close...
But factually, he uses more skill and technique... Period...
1st example: amazing
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
nikka have you ever dreamed?
I was the man and you a thing
One and two
Anytime I get mad, I can't get back to you
God damn, who the hell let rats in the house?
King of lions, who let these cats rattin' out of the house?
Houston, Texas when I land, I lean back like a couch [DOUBLE] [drank/car]
I'm not playin', I want it bad, call shots like a spouse
We roll that kushy up, we eat that p*ssy though
Suck it til you're throwin' up, my Phantom grey, no hound
I lost it Dear/deer, no bucks, still waitin' on that Bentley truck
Stop playin', look bitty boy, you a duck
He ain't YSL, nikka, he ain't in the hut
I might stop bye and let that little bytch lush
I pull up and chop at your cousin, your bus [[WHEW!!!! WEEZY]]
Little nikka , you know what it was
You know what it is, you know what it does
I'm makin' your old lady shake it
She suckin' too slow, I'm impatient
My diamonds so wet like they bathin'
Don't know where to go, I'm amazin '
Man I'm so tired of these nikkas man
I am so tired of these bytches
I'm so magnificent, studio workin'
I'm wearin' a top like I'm pimpin'
Your bytch want my milk
I'm sittin' at the top lookin' down at these wimps
These hoes just roll me a blunt
And you know that they stuffy, they cannot be skimps
I never had cutlass and donks
I based up my bankroll then based out my trunk [whew!] [DOUBLE]
I might fukk that lil bytch in the mornin'
I might put her out and call Tyrone [double/no homo/ prolly just meant his homie] lmao
Snoop Dogg, I might go ahead and bone
I'm big ballin', bytch put me inside the dome
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the tight way)
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the right way)
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the skin tight way)
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the goodnight way)
Take some sand to the beach [WHEW! TRIPLE!]
Party with a couple foreign freaks
Kim K lookin' ho, Yeezy
Florida livin' nikka, Pork N Beans [projects! Salute]
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
nikka have you ever dreamed?
I was the man and you a thing
One and two
Anytime I get mad, I can't get back to you
God damn, who the hell let rats in the house?
King of lions, who let these cats rattin' out of the house?
Houston, Texas when I land, I lean back like a couch [DOUBLE] [drank/car]
I'm not playin', I want it bad, call shots like a spouse
We roll that kushy up, we eat that p*ssy though
Suck it til you're throwin' up, my Phantom grey, no hound
I lost it Dear/deer, no bucks, still waitin' on that Bentley truck
Stop playin', look bitty boy, you a duck
He ain't YSL, nikka, he ain't in the hut
I might stop bye and let that little bytch lush
I pull up and chop at your cousin, your bus [[WHEW!!!! WEEZY]]
Little nikka , you know what it was
You know what it is, you know what it does
I'm makin' your old lady shake it
She suckin' too slow, I'm impatient
My diamonds so wet like they bathin'
Don't know where to go, I'm amazin '
Man I'm so tired of these nikkas man
I am so tired of these bytches
I'm so magnificent, studio workin'
I'm wearin' a top like I'm pimpin'
Your bytch want my milk
I'm sittin' at the top lookin' down at these wimps
These hoes just roll me a blunt
And you know that they stuffy, they cannot be skimps
I never had cutlass and donks
I based up my bankroll then based out my trunk [whew!] [DOUBLE]
I might fukk that lil bytch in the mornin'
I might put her out and call Tyrone [double/no homo/ prolly just meant his homie] lmao
Snoop Dogg, I might go ahead and bone
I'm big ballin', bytch put me inside the dome
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the tight way)
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the right way)
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the skin tight way)
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the goodnight way)
Take some sand to the beach [WHEW! TRIPLE!]
Party with a couple foreign freaks
Kim K lookin' ho, Yeezy
Florida livin' nikka, Pork N Beans [projects! Salute]
I got the actual lyrics from genius. But I went through and made sure they were mostly right. Like the skin tight way was not on there.
And skimp blunts... You know... Stuff Jews and lames miss
And skimp blunts... You know... Stuff Jews and lames miss
Work comin' in any day or later
Eat her candy, Now and Later
I ain’t through baby buying acres (Rich Gang)
(Racks racks!) Almost done
Lemme put somethin inside of ya stomach
Lemme put sum’ right up under ya lungs
Baby, I just wanna hit like Barry Bonds
I know all you wanna do is have fun
I put my heart inside yo pocket, you can't break it
I told you I love you to death, neva dissed you not once
You my twin, yeah you my twin
Baby, let’s stay together
You know you can neva diss me, baby, you know betta
You know I look at ya like gold, you my future trophy
She know she got my heart, she say do it, I jump like Tarzan
Drugs don’t stop, you know I can’t stop
Baby don’t press charges, she know that I’m on the block
When she pull up, she can’t go back, she gon' stop
She ain’t know what time it was 'til I bought her first clock
Rolex, spend $1,000 on a flock, no Wacka
And you know I’m comin’ back like Dem Boyz, no Shop
Loading up a Glock, take shots
I got Jays on a flava, flava watch
Billidybop, pull up shootin' buck shots (TOP NOTCH!)
Yeah, they watch me like a fukkin cable box
bytches wanna fukk me and they also on my top
Mama told me neva give tops outside the shop [WHEW]
Pull up on yo girl, I’m lurkin’ like a cop
p*ssy nikka play, I'ma BEAT them like a BOX
Hey, I'm the President, baby, blacker BARACK!
30’s on the Chevy, my nikka, plus it's a box
You should know me and sharp shooters sponsored by FOX
Split that money up in eight ways like I’m an octopus
On the campus with lots of pounds, kicked outta COLLEGE!
All I bleed is red but nikka, but I'm not stoppin' shyt (red light)
Pull up to the set and I come and pay all my homages
Hoppin' out on Bleveland I pour up straight out the pharmacy
p*ssy nikka scared to say it, I got 'em hummin' shyt
Lil bytch, you know I’m really thuggin' like Bones & Harmony
(Rich Gang) I can never... (be you)
I’m an animal, you know I got stamina
If a nikka ever got robbed, bytch I’m the manager
And I got an African with weed over on Campbelton
Lil momma don’t go, keep it stompin’, I want that cameltoe
Pull up to the set with them sticks and have us an ammo show
Lead through the front door with that tec, take it out the back door
Bags in this bytch, so many bags like where the racks go?
[Hook]
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes, for real
Don't act like ya don't know when you know that you know, for real
Even when I'm laying down baby I'm keeping it tucked, for real
Swear to God when you play with just one of these bullets, you kill
Eat her candy, Now and Later
I ain’t through baby buying acres (Rich Gang)
(Racks racks!) Almost done
Lemme put somethin inside of ya stomach
Lemme put sum’ right up under ya lungs
Baby, I just wanna hit like Barry Bonds
I know all you wanna do is have fun
I put my heart inside yo pocket, you can't break it
I told you I love you to death, neva dissed you not once
You my twin, yeah you my twin
Baby, let’s stay together
You know you can neva diss me, baby, you know betta
You know I look at ya like gold, you my future trophy
She know she got my heart, she say do it, I jump like Tarzan
Drugs don’t stop, you know I can’t stop
Baby don’t press charges, she know that I’m on the block
When she pull up, she can’t go back, she gon' stop
She ain’t know what time it was 'til I bought her first clock
Rolex, spend $1,000 on a flock, no Wacka
And you know I’m comin’ back like Dem Boyz, no Shop
Loading up a Glock, take shots
I got Jays on a flava, flava watch
Billidybop, pull up shootin' buck shots (TOP NOTCH!)
Yeah, they watch me like a fukkin cable box
bytches wanna fukk me and they also on my top
Mama told me neva give tops outside the shop [WHEW]
Pull up on yo girl, I’m lurkin’ like a cop
p*ssy nikka play, I'ma BEAT them like a BOX
Hey, I'm the President, baby, blacker BARACK!
30’s on the Chevy, my nikka, plus it's a box
You should know me and sharp shooters sponsored by FOX
Split that money up in eight ways like I’m an octopus
On the campus with lots of pounds, kicked outta COLLEGE!
All I bleed is red but nikka, but I'm not stoppin' shyt (red light)
Pull up to the set and I come and pay all my homages
Hoppin' out on Bleveland I pour up straight out the pharmacy
p*ssy nikka scared to say it, I got 'em hummin' shyt
Lil bytch, you know I’m really thuggin' like Bones & Harmony
(Rich Gang) I can never... (be you)
I’m an animal, you know I got stamina
If a nikka ever got robbed, bytch I’m the manager
And I got an African with weed over on Campbelton
Lil momma don’t go, keep it stompin’, I want that cameltoe
Pull up to the set with them sticks and have us an ammo show
Lead through the front door with that tec, take it out the back door
Bags in this bytch, so many bags like where the racks go?
[Hook]
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes, for real
Don't act like ya don't know when you know that you know, for real
Even when I'm laying down baby I'm keeping it tucked, for real
Swear to God when you play with just one of these bullets, you kill
I think he said me a shad shoes sponsored by foxes
But he mighta said sharp shooters... So I let that one rock I guess
But he mighta said sharp shooters... So I let that one rock I guess
