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Young Thug - Jonesboro [Official Lyric Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jenso "JP" Plymouth
Jenso "JP" Plymouth
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
BAINZ
BAINZ
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Man, fuck that, fuck that (Metro in this bitch goin' crazy) (yeah) Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (ay) Nigga havin' goals, all through it, mouthin' Life time goals (woo), rented through the roof (wha'?) Pullin' out the Ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah) Niggas talkin' shit, but what is it to do? I knew his big homie, nigga and I got the proof (woo) My spot is a army base and I got the proof Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe Change the channel, I don't wanna see none these pussy niggas (nah) I've been fucking niggas bitches and get plenty figures On the road to riches, ain't got the realest with us Slaughter gang with me, nigga, nah, it's not a scissors Street nigga with a bunch of lives like a tiger (yeah) Y'all niggas just a bunch of dykes fucking niggas Nigga told and he was my homie, I can't miss him Ain't nobody feel him Tell me what you seen? What you saw? I done ran it up, I'm guessing, which broad I'ma take 'em home tonight? I'm tryna see if I can take it home tonight Seen a John gettin' shot at the light (yeah) They got to arguin' over new crack pipe (yeah) I caught a seen just my pants ain't tight enough None of my bitches tell me I'm not man enough What the fuck wrong with these broke ass niggas? Yeah I told 'em tear it down I'ma take you pocket watchin' don't look at my pants now My diamonds brighter than a fucking them Milans now Asked a bitch from the south line, "Stand down" Runnin' through the projects, duckin' all the fries (yeah) Got a nine in my pocket and not in my drawls (woah) Take off like a rocket with 13 bars (yeah) Send a attic, put the racks in the walls (yeah) No need to toxic me, I'm big dawg (yeah) I roll the windows up (yeah) and now they knowin' us I'm no beginner, yuh, I got my stain up I told her, "Giddy up" We ran the train on her Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (ay) Nigga havin' goals, all through it, mouthin' Life time goals (woo), rented through the roof (wha'?) Pullin' out the Ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah) Niggas talkin' shit, but what is it to do? I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof (woo) My spot is a army base and I got the proof Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) (Metro)
Writer(s): Leland Tyler Wayne, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Bobby Belle, Josef A. Powell, Arthur Posey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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