Song | Let Up |
Artist | Young Thug |
Album | 1017 Thug 2 |
[Intro: Earl Nightingale & Young Thug] | |
I’d like you tell you about the strangest secret in the world | |
[Young Thug] | |
What’s that? | |
[Earl Nightingale] | |
Some years ago, Albert Schweitzer, the late doctor | |
And Nobel prize-winner was being interviewed in London | |
And the reporter asked him 'Doctor, whats wrong with men today?' | |
[Young Thug] | |
TK | |
[Hook] | |
They scared? Oh, yeah! | |
They sell? I bet | |
Saboy? Retail! | |
Mexico, mix the dough | |
Wheneva god give me my moment | |
I ain't gon' led up led up led up | |
On the bed, inside my coffin | |
I ain't gon' let her let her let her | |
Got yo ******* inside the office | |
She gon' lead up lead up lead up | |
Anotha show up in da car | |
You know they leno leno leno | |
[Verse 1] | |
I'm on a Holly David | |
I'm on a choppa Nemesis | |
I got a lot of babies | |
They go for 34 a piece | |
I feel like Tom Birdy | |
I got them nines in my feet, ******* show 'em | |
I'm on a high speed chase | |
I ain't gon' led up led up | |
Take the penitention fuss | |
Tryna run up on my fun | |
Young thugga pimping ******* | |
Feel like ******* dough off | |
And the clock talk language | |
Kamikaze on the limbo | |
I trait my hoodie on | |
She say see me, she no bingo | |
I spit gel like bird man | |
Put my steering wheel in mirror | |
The kids who got my spy field on | |
With builds'zls, can you dizl? | |
My Dk got my spot filled with *******, can you dizl? | |
You talk a million dollars, where you paper and yo pistol? | |
[Hook] | |
[Verse 2] | |
I feel like Tarazan | |
My ******* spy field of a tree | |
I got a newer plan | |
Might ******* the streets, take over the beat | |
And this is ******* insane | |
I build a kinsel and a man | |
******* ain't got no class | |
You know we call her true assass | |
All the flesh be like P, LATT | |
You know my jury, I see water like the AC&T | |
My ******* bad but I'm the bonge, I'm like TNT | |
You wanna reclamate the starter, mac the END | |
She need a trophy cause I mellow just like Mela Vanilla | |
I drink that adivicial spider they got starburstin' skillers | |
I got a big meat on, I'm a walking gorilla | |
Every tech on all these *******, many ******* done killers | |
[Hook] |
Intro: Earl Nightingale Young Thug | |
I' d like you tell you about the strangest secret in the world | |
Young Thug | |
What' s that? | |
Earl Nightingale | |
Some years ago, Albert Schweitzer, the late doctor | |
And Nobel prizewinner was being interviewed in London | |
And the reporter asked him ' Doctor, whats wrong with men today?' | |
Young Thug | |
TK | |
Hook | |
They scared? Oh, yeah! | |
They sell? I bet | |
Saboy? Retail! | |
Mexico, mix the dough | |
Wheneva god give me my moment | |
I ain' t gon' led up led up led up | |
On the bed, inside my coffin | |
I ain' t gon' let her let her let her | |
Got yo inside the office | |
She gon' lead up lead up lead up | |
Anotha show up in da car | |
You know they leno leno leno | |
Verse 1 | |
I' m on a Holly David | |
I' m on a choppa Nemesis | |
I got a lot of babies | |
They go for 34 a piece | |
I feel like Tom Birdy | |
I got them nines in my feet, show ' em | |
I' m on a high speed chase | |
I ain' t gon' led up led up | |
Take the penitention fuss | |
Tryna run up on my fun | |
Young thugga pimping | |
Feel like dough off | |
And the clock talk language | |
Kamikaze on the limbo | |
I trait my hoodie on | |
She say see me, she no bingo | |
I spit gel like bird man | |
Put my steering wheel in mirror | |
The kids who got my spy field on | |
With builds' zls, can you dizl? | |
My Dk got my spot filled with , can you dizl? | |
You talk a million dollars, where you paper and yo pistol? | |
Hook | |
Verse 2 | |
I feel like Tarazan | |
My spy field of a tree | |
I got a newer plan | |
Might the streets, take over the beat | |
And this is insane | |
I build a kinsel and a man | |
ain' t got no class | |
You know we call her true assass | |
All the flesh be like P, LATT | |
You know my jury, I see water like the AC T | |
My bad but I' m the bonge, I' m like TNT | |
You wanna reclamate the starter, mac the END | |
She need a trophy cause I mellow just like Mela Vanilla | |
I drink that adivicial spider they got starburstin' skillers | |
I got a big meat on, I' m a walking gorilla | |
Every tech on all these , many done killers | |
Hook |