Rich Gang: Tha Tour Part 2 - Lil One

Lil One

Young Thug ft. Birdman

LETRA

Lil One Letra

Yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah
Hey
We got London On Da Track
Thugger

Lil one
I want to know, how you feelin' lil one (tell me, how you feel)
Tell the Thugger, how you feelin' lil one
Hey, I need to know just, how you feel, feel, feel

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 (tell me)

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

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 almost certain that I'ma feel, hey (hey)
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 beer
But lil mama got a 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, oh
We might just stroll, we ain't tryna roll
I just wanna enjoy every second
She can take it slow
I'm like oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
I'm not talkin' bean
But she keep pigeons on her toes

Aye
Thugger want you to feel it (yeah)
I just want you to feel it (yeah)
I just want you to feel it
Yeah (lil one, lil one, lil one)
Yeah (lil one, lil one, lil one, lil one)

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

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

She not a Crip, but her coupe blue
She not a Blood, but she eat ravioli
Wanna twist yo' body around, I hope you know yoga
Nigga 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, nigga
Tell me how you feel a nigga
Tell me how you feel a nigga for real
Show you how we dealin', nigga
Show you how we kill a nigga
Show you how we illy niggas for real
It's chop-chop and bang-bang
It's bang-bang and chop-chop
It's Blood gang, we kill niggas for real
It's chop-chop and bang-bang
It's Cash Money, it's Rich Gang, it's YSL
We kill niggas for real
I thought I told ya
Born stunnas, we known high rollers
Bang-bang for young soldiers
Bang-bang for lil soldiers

[Outro: Young Thug]
(I just want you to tell me)
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 almost certain that imma feel, hey (hey)
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 beer
But lil mama got a 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