Young Thug

Young Thug - Mlk lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]

Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah

Oh no, hold on, yeah



[Chorus: Young Thug]

I was havin' a dream

I was whippin' a Rolls Royce

And I bought everything that I want

Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

Martin Luther King overnight, ayy

I was dead broke, hustlin' off the steps

Now I rock water like I'm Michael Phelps, yeah

Black diamonds, Black History Month

Turned to Martin Luther King overnight



[Verse 1: Young Thug]

I was just rollin' the dice, huh

I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh

I f*cked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew

I ain't give no f*ck, I got fresh from the sh*t on the side

I pray to God I die in my sleep

I pray my deaf brother don't run into the police

'Cause you tellin' him to put his hands up, he can't hear

Ain't goin' for deceased

These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep

f**k around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don't it?

Come here, gon' tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni

Spent all my tour money on the ring

Told 'em, "Go 'head, get everything they f*ckin' see," yeah

I grew my sh*t like I'm Mad Dog

I got a white and a black dog

I swear now that he's on Adderall

Look in my face, I'm on Adderall

Shawty more P than a Madden ball

Suck on that cat, I'm the baddest, dawg

This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce

Yeah gon' pop a bean, join me

Paris fashion week shoppin' spree, on me

Hundred thousand dollars and mixin' leans, on me

You better not have to OD on me, ayy

Let's go to people town

Put somethin' in your account, bae

Now you don't need me around, yeah

She want me to play and I ain't with it

Yeah, gon' gon' ring around

Sing to her like Sean Garrett

I know my woes ready (my woes)

Tell me your card info (card info)

She don't got no ego

Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)

Bendin' her hardwood floors (woah)

Pussy wonderful (wonderful)

Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)

She don't got time to clash with bitches

She buyin' bags for bitches

I'm 'bout to spazz, just listen

I don't finish last, I win it, huh (win)

I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah

I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy

I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy

I wrapped up the last of these bitches

Foreign tags and American

Bring me a milli', I'll marry her, yeah



[Chorus: Young Thug]

I was havin' a dream

I was whippin' a Rolls Royce

And I bought everything that I want

Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

Martin Luther King overnight, ayy

I was dead broke, hustlin' off the steps

Now I rock water like I'm Michael Phelps, yeah

Black diamonds, Black History Month

Turned to Martin Luther King overnight



[Verse 2: Young Thug]

My dream just started workin'

Come ride with me and it'll be gifts and curses

I see you... drinkin' syrup, I see you workin'

I see you...

I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me

You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it

Real pimp, no jabroni, I'm not gon' sit on it

Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me

Got a whole lot of M's on me, ya dig? Hey

Whole lot of M's on me, hey

Big body Benz on me, hey

Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey

Bless you sneeze on me, hey

Lamborghini luxury (luxury)

Lamborghini merch on me (merch)

Lamborghini Merci', Merci'

Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a

Lamborghini wife with me, hey

Lamborghini price increased, hey

Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that's the way I live, hey)

You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)

You ain't ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal

Pour that Actavis



[Chorus: Young Thug]

I was havin' a dream

I was whippin' a Rolls Royce

And I bought everything that I want

Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

Martin Luther King overnight, ayy

I was dead broke, hustlin' off the steps

Now I rock water like I'm Michael Phelps, yeah

Black diamonds, Black History Month

Turned to Martin Luther King overnight



[Verse 3: Trouble]

It wasn't like you had my back, no (no)

Homie you not have a whole spine

Didn't ever wanna admit to the fact

That your baby boy was contemplatin' dyin'

In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin'

Dream don't compare to what I done seen (yeah)

They tried to kill me for nothin' (lived though)

Tell her yeah she got it bussin' (brrt)

Think about everybody else

I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)

Only blamma to the left (damn) I'm up in the booth by myself

Never came for the fame, no (no)

I'm the same nigga, the same goals (same one)

Niggas hatin' for these lame hoes

Put that n*gger on me, she been tamed though (pussy)



[Verse 4: Shad da God]

Actavis got me dreamin', Martin Luther (What you saw?)

Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)

Boo right here sittin' with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee

And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry

Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)

Screamin' that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)

You juugin', you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)

They chasin' the belt, I'm goin' so fast it look like they're in neutral (skrrt)

I was havin' some lean

She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen

Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)

She steady dreamin' 'bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings

Yeah I'm smokin' a bag and killed that cat like curiosity

All night I buy some rings and swear by me

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