Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug Till It's Over, artist - Cookin Soul.
Date of issue: 29.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thug Till It's Over |
Woody Harrelson in my swisher |
Sending 24 pounds to Virginia |
Nigga hope you be movin' what I send ya |
Tearin' yo area then I’ll be right back in ya |
Pop a few small towns, I bust 'em wide open |
Pop with the coppers I’m on the first thing smokin' |
Livin' the drug life, it got me West Coastin' |
Life is a pretty bitch that I fuck with no trojan |
Go in her raw dog, bareback, the crack would pimp that |
Livin' neat, sleep in a dope house on the air mat |
Point blank range, his brains all on my air max |
Weak niggas, I took care of that, I’m aware of that |
Devil just sittin' on my shoulder |
Over the years, sold and grown much colder |
Father be with me, I’m sick of slangin' these boulders |
But I can’t stop until I’m the king of these corners |
Thug 'til it’s over |
Smokin' with my young mind |
Killin' through the night I hope I live to see the sunshine |
And when you niggas put me in the ground |
Let my headstone read «Fuck one time» |
And I meant that |
Niggas got me, now I gotta get some get back |
Got me chillin' where your children and your bitch at |
Niggas thinkin' I ain’t in the trench cause I spit raps |
I got family members smokin' base in the basement |
Gotta hide my jewelry, cause my uncle might take it |
Shoot up the other side, them other fuckers fake it |
Blunt in rotation, I think my nigga just laced it |
Damn I’m straight wasted |