[Produced by Metro Boomin] Metro Boomin' want some more Metro Boomin' want some more nigga [Verse 1: Young Thug] I fucked her then washed off my dick With the curtains inside of the Phantom If he standing next to Young Thugger I train them to kill for the camera You do not act grown when around You lil’ baby, you need you a pamper I'm one slimy motherfucker, the devil ride my back like camels I’m feelin’ like Malcom in the Middle These bitches, they surround me, they can't miss him I’m slimey man I’ll wipe a nigga nose The next time won't be a roll of tissue A young nigga came a long way From standin’ on the corner with them pistols I bought her lot of MissMe jeans but I will never ever miss her I’m chillin’ at the studio These bitches wanna fuck on the banana boat I’m on the outskirt, chasin’ out the green Smokin’ orange kush feelin’ like a cantaloupe I fell in love with Hannah Montana

All of her niggas dance at the cameras I fucked her cause I slimed at her, brother Then I pulled off, and left the bitch with the nana The devil done caught my soul Soul, soul, soul done caught my soul [Verse 2: Young Thug] Ran through my money, my diamonds come wet like a fisherman I catch the lil bitch and I take her to shop up at Wish and shit! I’m ballin, I never foul out start with the figure eight You pussy, you know you a cat I see your whiskers you might Tigger it Room at the Intercontinental, room at the intercontinental Metro, Rollie icey it ain't December I wanna see all the bitches in the front With her friends dancing with the pole inside the middle Is it a parade? Babysitter, drink vanilla, we are realer, aye Fuck your mama, fuck your sister, fuckin' kill her, aye RO'5, caterpillar, rollin’ with em, aye Found my rhythm, now that’s his ass. Run and kick him, aye I say the truth because she's the truth

Nigga creepin in that coupe, doesn’t fit the roof Talkin shit, might drop, people listen to it I’m bangin’ blood, I could never flue it I fucked her then washed off my dick with the curtains inside of the Phantom If he standing next to Young Thugger, I train them to kill for the camera A young nigga came a long way from standin’ on the corner with them pistolsfiona curtains macau I’m chillin’ at the studio these bitches wanna fuck on the banana boatmade to measure curtains clapham I’m on the outskirt, chasin’ out the green smokin’ orange kush feelin’ like a cantaloupecurtains menlyn Then I pulled off another bitch with the nanatarget home tan geo shower curtain

Metro Boomin want some more Metro Boomin want some more, nigga With her friends Dancing with the pole inside the middleKill a nigga (3x) Young Thug’s version of Drake’s “The Language”. The name of the song is even taken, and the letter B is added to symbolize Young Thug’s affiliation with the Blood Gang. Note how his flow is similar to Drake’s from the original song, and how even the cover art pays homage to one of his earlier mixtapes, So Far Gone. Antichrisis is a German duo consisting of Sid & Ayuma. Their music can not be categorised that easily because it is in fact a melting pot of Pop, Rock, Irish Folk, Electronica, Dark Wave, Alternative, Indie, Dancefloor, Post Punk, Metal, Gothic and Wossisname -- hence you might have to find out for yourself what Antichrisis is all about, but always expect the unexpected. Streaming and Download help Cohan and first wife Ethel Levy kick up their heels in Little Johnny Jones (1904).

George M. Cohan introduced this song himself in Little Johnny Jones (1904). title character is an American jockey who has come to London to race in the English Derby on an American horse named Yankee Doodle. He is telling a crowd of admirers about his plans to win the race. The verses and refrain are in stirring This is the lyric as it appears in the original sheet music, published by F.A. Mills (NY) in 1904. I'm the kid that's all the candy, I'm a Yankee Doodle dandy, I'm glad I am, I'm a real live Yankee Doodle, Made my name and fame and boodle Just like Mister Doodle did, by riding on a pony. I love to listen to the Doodle strain, I long to see the girl I left behind me; And that ain't a josh, She's a Yankee, by gosh, Oh, say can you see Anything about a Yankee that's phony? AYankee Doodle, do or die; A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's, Born on the Fourth of July. I've got aYankee Doodle sweetheart,

She's my Yankee Doodle joy. Yankee Doodle came to London, Just to ride the ponies, I am a Yankee Doodle boy. Father's name was Hezikiah, Mother's name was Ann Maria, Yanks through and through, Red, White and Blue. Father was so Yankee-hearted, When the Spanish war was started He slipped on his uniform and hopped up on a pony. My mother's mother was a Yankee true, My father's father was a Yankee too, And that's going some, For the Yankees, by gum, Anything about my pedigree that's phony? Cohan introduced this in Little Johnny Jones (1904). Johnny Jones has been falsely accused of losing the English Derby on purpose, and must stay in London for the investigation that he hopes will clear his name. this song, he bids farewell to his friends sailing home. The verses and refrain are in 2/4 march time. This is the lyric as it appears in the original sheet music, published by F.A. Mills (NY) in 1904.

Did you ever see two Yankees part Upon a foreign shore, When the good ship's just about to start For old New York once more? With tear-dimmed eye, they say good-bye, They're friends, without a doubt; When the man on the pier Shouts, "Let them clear," As the ship strikes out. Give my regards to Broadway, Remember me to Herald Square. Tell all the gang at Forty-second Street That I will soon be there. Whisper of how I'm yearning To mingle with the old-time throng; Give my regards to old Broadway And say that I'll be there, e'er long. Say hello to dear old Coney Isle, If there you chance to be. When you're at the Waldorf, have a smile And charge it up to me. Mention my name ev'ry place you go, As 'round the town you roam; Wish you'd call on my gal, Now remember, old pal, When you get back home. In the final act of Little Johnny Jones (1904), the intrepid title hero

returns to America with his name cleared, only to find his beloved fiancée has beenWhile searching for her in San Francisco, Jones pauses for a moment to reflect on the seeming strangeness of life. Cohan's bemused delivery made the song a popular favorite -- more for its philosophical lyric than for its minimal melody. Did you ever sit and ponder, Sit and wonder, sit and think, Why we're here and what this life is all about? It's a problem that has driven Many brainy men to drink, It's the weirdest thing they've tried to figure out. About a thousand diff'rent theories All the scientists can show, But never yet have proved a reason why With all we've thought And all we're taught, Why all we seem to know Is we're born and live a while and then we die. Life's a very funny proposition after all, Imagination, jealousy, hypocrisy and all. Three meals a day, a whole lot to say; When you haven't got the coin you're always in the way.

Ev'rybody's fighting as we wend our way along, Ev'ry fellow claims the other fellow's in the wrong; Hurried and worried until we're buried and there's no curtain call. Life's a very funny proposition after all. When all things are coming easy, and when luck is with a man, Why then life ti him is sunshine ev'rywhere; Then the fates blow rather breezy and they quite upset a plan, Then he'll cry that life's a burden hard to bear. Though today may be a day of smiles, tomorrow's still in doubt, And what brings me joy, may bring you care and woe; We're born to die, but don't know why, or what it's all about, And the more we try to learn the less we know. Life's a very funny proposition, you can bet, And no one's ever solved the problem properly as yet. Young for a day, then old and gray; Like the rose that buds and blooms and fades and falls away, Losing health to gain our wealth as through this dream we tour.