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Lil One Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Thug
Featuring: Birdman
Length: 4:10
Written by: Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Bryan Christopher Williams




Young Thug - Lil One Lyrics
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[ Featuring Birdman ]

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 lil' 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?
How are you feelin' lil' one, how you feelin' lil' one?
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 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, oh
We might just stroll, we ain't tryna roll
I just wanna enjoy every second
She can take it slow
I'm like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 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 feelin', nigga
Tell me how you feelin', nigga, for real
I'ma show you, how we dealin', nigga
Show you, how we kill a nigga
Show you, how we illin' 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 (I just want you to tell me)
Bang-bang for lil' soldiers (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 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
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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 lil' 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?
How are you feelin' lil' one, how you feelin' lil' one?
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 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, oh
We might just stroll, we ain't tryna roll
I just wanna enjoy every second
She can take it slow
I'm like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 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 feelin', nigga
Tell me how you feelin', nigga, for real
I'ma show you, how we dealin', nigga
Show you, how we kill a nigga
Show you, how we illin' 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 (I just want you to tell me)
Bang-bang for lil' soldiers (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 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
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Writer: Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Bryan Christopher Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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