Let Up Lyrics
| Song | Let Up |
| Artist | Young Thug |
| Album | 1017 Thug 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro: Earl Nightingale & Young Thug] | |
| I’d like you tell you about the strangest secret in the world | |
| [Young Thug] | |
| What’s that? | |
| [Earl Nightingale] | |
| Some years ago, Albert Schweitzer, the late doctor | |
| And Nobel prize-winner was being interviewed in London | |
| And the reporter asked him 'Doctor, whats wrong with men today?' | |
| [Young Thug] | |
| TK | |
| [Hook] | |
| They scared? Oh, yeah! | |
| They sell? I bet | |
| Saboy? Retail! | |
| Mexico, mix the dough | |
| Wheneva god give me my moment | |
| I ain't gon' led up led up led up | |
| On the bed, inside my coffin | |
| I ain't gon' let her let her let her | |
| Got yo ******* inside the office | |
| She gon' lead up lead up lead up | |
| Anotha show up in da car | |
| You know they leno leno leno | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I'm on a Holly David | |
| I'm on a choppa Nemesis | |
| I got a lot of babies | |
| They go for 34 a piece | |
| I feel like Tom Birdy | |
| I got them nines in my feet, ******* show 'em | |
| I'm on a high speed chase | |
| I ain't gon' led up led up | |
| Take the penitention fuss | |
| Tryna run up on my fun | |
| Young thugga pimping ******* | |
| Feel like ******* dough off | |
| And the clock talk language | |
| Kamikaze on the limbo | |
| I trait my hoodie on | |
| She say see me, she no bingo | |
| I spit gel like bird man | |
| Put my steering wheel in mirror | |
| The kids who got my spy field on | |
| With builds'zls, can you dizl? | |
| My Dk got my spot filled with *******, can you dizl? | |
| You talk a million dollars, where you paper and yo pistol? | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I feel like Tarazan | |
| My ******* spy field of a tree | |
| I got a newer plan | |
| Might ******* the streets, take over the beat | |
| And this is ******* insane | |
| I build a kinsel and a man | |
| ******* ain't got no class | |
| You know we call her true assass | |
| All the flesh be like P, LATT | |
| You know my jury, I see water like the AC&T | |
| My ******* bad but I'm the bonge, I'm like TNT | |
| You wanna reclamate the starter, mac the END | |
| She need a trophy cause I mellow just like Mela Vanilla | |
| I drink that adivicial spider they got starburstin' skillers | |
| I got a big meat on, I'm a walking gorilla | |
| Every tech on all these *******, many ******* done killers | |
| [Hook] |
| Intro: Earl Nightingale Young Thug | |
| I' d like you tell you about the strangest secret in the world | |
| Young Thug | |
| What' s that? | |
| Earl Nightingale | |
| Some years ago, Albert Schweitzer, the late doctor | |
| And Nobel prizewinner was being interviewed in London | |
| And the reporter asked him ' Doctor, whats wrong with men today?' | |
| Young Thug | |
| TK | |
| Hook | |
| They scared? Oh, yeah! | |
| They sell? I bet | |
| Saboy? Retail! | |
| Mexico, mix the dough | |
| Wheneva god give me my moment | |
| I ain' t gon' led up led up led up | |
| On the bed, inside my coffin | |
| I ain' t gon' let her let her let her | |
| Got yo inside the office | |
| She gon' lead up lead up lead up | |
| Anotha show up in da car | |
| You know they leno leno leno | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m on a Holly David | |
| I' m on a choppa Nemesis | |
| I got a lot of babies | |
| They go for 34 a piece | |
| I feel like Tom Birdy | |
| I got them nines in my feet, show ' em | |
| I' m on a high speed chase | |
| I ain' t gon' led up led up | |
| Take the penitention fuss | |
| Tryna run up on my fun | |
| Young thugga pimping | |
| Feel like dough off | |
| And the clock talk language | |
| Kamikaze on the limbo | |
| I trait my hoodie on | |
| She say see me, she no bingo | |
| I spit gel like bird man | |
| Put my steering wheel in mirror | |
| The kids who got my spy field on | |
| With builds' zls, can you dizl? | |
| My Dk got my spot filled with , can you dizl? | |
| You talk a million dollars, where you paper and yo pistol? | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I feel like Tarazan | |
| My spy field of a tree | |
| I got a newer plan | |
| Might the streets, take over the beat | |
| And this is insane | |
| I build a kinsel and a man | |
| ain' t got no class | |
| You know we call her true assass | |
| All the flesh be like P, LATT | |
| You know my jury, I see water like the AC T | |
| My bad but I' m the bonge, I' m like TNT | |
| You wanna reclamate the starter, mac the END | |
| She need a trophy cause I mellow just like Mela Vanilla | |
| I drink that adivicial spider they got starburstin' skillers | |
| I got a big meat on, I' m a walking gorilla | |
| Every tech on all these , many done killers | |
| Hook |
| Intro: Earl Nightingale Young Thug | |
| I' d like you tell you about the strangest secret in the world | |
| Young Thug | |
| What' s that? | |
| Earl Nightingale | |
| Some years ago, Albert Schweitzer, the late doctor | |
| And Nobel prizewinner was being interviewed in London | |
| And the reporter asked him ' Doctor, whats wrong with men today?' | |
| Young Thug | |
| TK | |
| Hook | |
| They scared? Oh, yeah! | |
| They sell? I bet | |
| Saboy? Retail! | |
| Mexico, mix the dough | |
| Wheneva god give me my moment | |
| I ain' t gon' led up led up led up | |
| On the bed, inside my coffin | |
| I ain' t gon' let her let her let her | |
| Got yo inside the office | |
| She gon' lead up lead up lead up | |
| Anotha show up in da car | |
| You know they leno leno leno | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m on a Holly David | |
| I' m on a choppa Nemesis | |
| I got a lot of babies | |
| They go for 34 a piece | |
| I feel like Tom Birdy | |
| I got them nines in my feet, show ' em | |
| I' m on a high speed chase | |
| I ain' t gon' led up led up | |
| Take the penitention fuss | |
| Tryna run up on my fun | |
| Young thugga pimping | |
| Feel like dough off | |
| And the clock talk language | |
| Kamikaze on the limbo | |
| I trait my hoodie on | |
| She say see me, she no bingo | |
| I spit gel like bird man | |
| Put my steering wheel in mirror | |
| The kids who got my spy field on | |
| With builds' zls, can you dizl? | |
| My Dk got my spot filled with , can you dizl? | |
| You talk a million dollars, where you paper and yo pistol? | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I feel like Tarazan | |
| My spy field of a tree | |
| I got a newer plan | |
| Might the streets, take over the beat | |
| And this is insane | |
| I build a kinsel and a man | |
| ain' t got no class | |
| You know we call her true assass | |
| All the flesh be like P, LATT | |
| You know my jury, I see water like the AC T | |
| My bad but I' m the bonge, I' m like TNT | |
| You wanna reclamate the starter, mac the END | |
| She need a trophy cause I mellow just like Mela Vanilla | |
| I drink that adivicial spider they got starburstin' skillers | |
| I got a big meat on, I' m a walking gorilla | |
| Every tech on all these , many done killers | |
| Hook |
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