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Young Thug Hey, I Lyrics
Total views: 1 time this week / Rating: 10/10 [2 votes]Album: Slime Season 2 / Original Release Date: 2015-10-31Genre: Hardcore RapSong Duration: 3 min 27 sec
YOUNG THUG
- Hey, I Lyrics / with translationsKyddy
I think she ready for a kiddy
She told me she gon' make me miss her
She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling
My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing
She gotta love him, Peter Griffin
Nut on the front of her head like i'm Eddie Griffin
I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish
I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted
Where the f*ck you going girl? I miss you
I wanna bang like a pistol
I wanna bang like a crip do
I'm banging red like soo woo, ooh
Brand new rollie I'm living sporty
Flood you with gold like a trophy
She still the bomb, call her lotus
Hey, racks keep me up with that Folger's
I'm up, I'm up
I might hit 'em with them bucks just incase he out luck
This a Crime Mob lifestyle nigga knuck if you buck
Just cause I'm in New York with a puck
Don't mean you won't get stuck up, up
Ay, I might just tell these hoes my secret
First I like them red like a demon
A purse, every time lil' momma catch me cheating
Starburst, I won't eat it unless she creamy
I think she ready for a kiddy
She told me she gon' make me miss her
She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling
My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing
She gotta love him, Peter Griffin
Nut on the front of her head like i'm Eddie Griffin
I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish
I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted
I, done completed my little mission
I, put something in your stomach next to your kidney
I, want nothing to do with none of these lil bitches
I, want something to do with everything and I'm willing
To go to church and ask God there for forgiveness
For everything and tell that preacher that I'm gon' remember
Him bringing You in my life and that's on my children
f*ck all them other hoes talking, they Wendy Williams
Now your wrist got ice like December
I pour out the paint like Mutumbo
I'mma f*cking lion like Simba
And, yeah my girl ballin' like Kendra
I think she ready for a kiddy
She told me she gon' make me miss her
She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling
My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing
She gotta love him, Peter Griffin
Nut on the front of her head like i'm Eddie Griffin
I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish
I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted
I think she ready for a kiddy
She told me she gon' make me miss her
She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling
My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing
She gotta love him, Peter Griffin
Nut on the front of her head like i'm Eddie Griffin
I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish
I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted
Where the f*ck you going girl? I miss you
I wanna bang like a pistol
I wanna bang like a crip do
I'm banging red like soo woo, ooh
Brand new rollie I'm living sporty
Flood you with gold like a trophy
She still the bomb, call her lotus
Hey, racks keep me up with that Folger's
I'm up, I'm up
I might hit 'em with them bucks just incase he out luck
This a Crime Mob lifestyle nigga knuck if you buck
Just cause I'm in New York with a puck
Don't mean you won't get stuck up, up
Ay, I might just tell these hoes my secret
First I like them red like a demon
A purse, every time lil' momma catch me cheating
Starburst, I won't eat it unless she creamy
I think she ready for a kiddy
She told me she gon' make me miss her
She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling
My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing
Nut on the front of her head like i'm Eddie Griffin
I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish
I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted
I, done completed my little mission
I, put something in your stomach next to your kidney
I, want nothing to do with none of these lil bitches
I, want something to do with everything and I'm willing
To go to church and ask God there for forgiveness
For everything and tell that preacher that I'm gon' remember
Him bringing You in my life and that's on my children
f*ck all them other hoes talking, they Wendy Williams
Now your wrist got ice like December
I pour out the paint like Mutumbo
I'mma f*cking lion like Simba
And, yeah my girl ballin' like Kendra
I think she ready for a kiddy
She told me she gon' make me miss her
She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling
My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing
She gotta love him, Peter Griffin
Nut on the front of her head like i'm Eddie Griffin
I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish
I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted
Facts about Hey, I
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Hey, I is written by London On Da Track, Young Thug.
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It is first released on October 31, 2015 as part of Young Thug's album "Slime Season 2" which includes 22 tracks in total. This song is the 3rd track on this album.
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Hey, I falls under the genre Hardcore Rap.
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Hey, I is produced by London on da Track.
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Hey, I song length is 3 minutes and 27 seconds.
Who wrote Hey, I lyrics?
Hey, I is written by London On Da Track, Young Thug.
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When was Hey, I released?
It is first released on October 31, 2015 as part of Young Thug's album "Slime Season 2" which includes 22 tracks in total. This song is the 3rd track on this album.
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Which genre is Hey, I?
Hey, I falls under the genre Hardcore Rap.
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Who produced Hey, I?
Hey, I is produced by London on da Track.
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How long is the song Hey, I?
Hey, I song length is 3 minutes and 27 seconds.
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Record Label(s): 2015 HNHH
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