Music Video

Young Thug - Yea Yea Yea [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
Christopher Miller
Christopher Miller
Songwriter
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Songwriter
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Bezo
Bezo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Producer
Hitmaka Millz/ Mack Fresh
Hitmaka Millz/ Mack Fresh
Producer
Joba Aladeselu
Joba Aladeselu
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Paul Cho
Paul Cho
Assistant Recording Engineer
Samuel Reyes
Samuel Reyes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tanner Schmiedl
Tanner Schmiedl
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Weezy outta here YSL Music Group From the other world to the other world to the other world, lonely I done fucked her and another girl and another girl on me I done ran'd up these racks and Now I got Christmas under the tree (ran up) Though my dawg and dem a set, they say nothin', that's on me (yeah) I don't wanna talk about that, no, I don't want to buy no piece You're dependent, trappin' down, I'm tryna forever remember this I was tryna shoot 'em down, I don't wanna forever diss (ha) Be quiet, lеt me count every dimе without a miss (shh) I done ran'd up the bag, now red bottoms on my feet You can wake up to drapes and heated floors on your feet (yeah) Señoritas, I'ma buy you a Richard Mille, all VV's Señoritas (Señoritas), Señorita (Oh, yeah) Señorita ('Rita), gotta re-up (whoa-whoa) Fuck it, we up, my feet up (oh) Send the weed up with a fever Can't ease up without seein' us I gotta rebuild, not mad at all For YSL, puttin' on for my dawgs I got gratitude and attitude A bougie nigga, put my kids all in charter school (ya) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (and I just wanna know if you love me, baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I just wanna know, yeah) Droppin' off the top with the mileage backed up Break it down the toilet, it whirls what he added up (ay) Hella people 'round the town get fast dough (racks) Eighty-seven Kaepernick thousand on the Rollie I can always see the devil harassin' me Tellin' me he lovin' me while he stabbin' me (yeah) Niggas tellin' 'round this bitch, it's a hobby (no cap) Lost control on the road with a body (skrrt, skrrt) You bionic, give a nigga stamina (stamina) I won't stand down, niggas gon' get banned out I take my .9 out if he really wanna find out You got your hand out because I'm passin' bands out I lost my virginity into Amanda All these fuckin' yellow diamonds, Tropicana Bunch of old ass bitches tryna fuck us They'll be fuckin' on my grandson (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (and I just wanna know if you love me, baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I just wanna know, yeah)
Writer(s): Wesley Glass, Rex Kudo, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Ryan Vojtesak Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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