Rich Gang - Lil One lyrics
[Intro: Young Thug] Oh, yeah, yeah Ayyyeee 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 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 (teeeellllllll meeeeee) [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 on more syrup than Uncle Phil, hey (heyyyy) 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, ooooh We might just stroll, we ain't tryna roll I just wanna enjoy every second She can take it slow I'm like oo, oo, oo, oo woah 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 Yeahh (lil one lil one lil one) Yeahh (lil one lil one lil one, lil o-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 cooch blue She not a blood but she eat ravioli Wanna twist yo body around, I hope you know yoga n***a 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 n***a Tell me how you feel a n***a Tell me how you feel a n***a for real Show you how we dealin' n***a Show you how we k** a n***a Show you how we illy n***as for real It's chop chop and bang bang It's bang bang and chop chop It's blood gang we k** n***as for real It's chop chop and bang bang It's Cash Money, it's Rich Gang, it's YSL We k** n***as 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 on more syrup than Uncle Phil, hey (heyyyy) 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