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Official Lyrics To 'Stressed' By Young Thug Ft J.Cole & T-Shyne

Young Thug, J.Cole And T-Shyne Lyrics

'Stressed' was released yesterday - 15th of October 2021- by American rappers Young Thug, J.Cole and T-Shyne, see the Lyrics to the trending song below.

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Stressed Lyrics By Young Thug Ft J.Cole & T-Shyne | Official Lyrics

Young Thug Ft J.Cole & T-Shyne - Stressed

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'Stressed' Lyrics By Young Thug, J.Cole & T-Shyne

Chorus: Young Thug
Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna stress (Woah)
But I can't help it thinking if I lose the rest (Oh, woah)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh, woah)
But I can't help it, hey (Oh, oh)
No, no, no

Post-Chorus: Young Thug
Rocky Balboa, I'm boxing with ya, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I told her buy Huaraches for me (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Skeletons out the closet for me, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't know if I wanna expose this to you (Oh, you)
I don't know if I wanna caress you (Oh, oh)
Wonder what I wanna do with you, girl (Oh, woah)
Don't know what I wanna would do with you

Verse 1: J. Cole
Well, it's that gat toting, pistol holding, nigga on your damn street
Pussy nigga usually pop a trigger if the hand speak
Lackluster, I'ma smack suckers this year
Imma make a hundred thousand racks off of it here
Do the maths, hunnid million for the slow ones in the class
Type of bags I be getting be too big to pay in cash
Send the wire, send it fast before I might just change my mind
Nowadays, a million dollars barely worth a nigga time
I ain't saying that I'm the richest nigga that's in this shit (But I'm one of them)
Barely check my account, nigga, I'm admitting it (I don't give a fuck)
Fuck around with my bread, bet you I'ma find out (I'ma catch a nigga)
Couple niggas I deaden know what I'm talking about
Nigga don't play with me, I got a wife, I got a baby to feed
I got a momma to spoil, I got a brother, got a few legal fees
I got a daddy and shit, medical bills, credit to fix, people to pay, label to run
You play with your life if you play with my funds, nigga

Chorus: Young Thug
Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna stress (Woah)
But I can't help it thinking if I lose the rest (Oh, woah)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh, woah)
But I can't help it, hey (Oh, oh)
No, no, no

Bridge: J. Cole & T-Shyne
Old sweats, road, jets, tote TECs, no flex
Bad bitches, no let's, on deck, broke, next
Pill popper, square niggas bare witness (Oh)
Blunt twisters, fuck niggas (Oh, got me stressed)

Verse 2: T-Shyne
I've been stressing 'cause I still ain't buy my dad a house (Stressing)
I've been stressing 'cause my girl said "We can't work it out"
I know some people that start sinning as soon as church get out
And I don't think like I used to think, 'cause I'm older now
When you broke, you doing more for less, you ain't finding no success
Sad to say my girl just left, and I really love her to death
Told her I can't call her my ex, 'cause I feel like we ain't finished yet
I just text her phone and I said "Are you out your feelings yet?"
And my brother, he just called and need that lawyer money
They said he did it, but I know he didn't
But you need O.J. money when you trying to get acquitted (Yeah)
This shit is sickening, nobody listen when you imprisoned
I was hanging on the corner with some Jordan's on, no designer
Servin up that white girl, back then we called her "Fine China"
I was looking for a bad bitch, but I didn't know where to find her
All this pressure and this stress make me a diamond
I'm just tryna show love, some people never grow up
Sometimes I wish I could trust, but that's how feelings get crushed
I used to ride on the train, I used to ride on the bus
They wanna hang with the gang but, no, they not one of us.

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