| This gon' fuck the streets up
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| This gon' fuck the club up
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| Police kicked my door and shorty last night
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| I’d be damned if I don’t go out without a fight
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| My girlfriend says she needs some new shoes in a bag
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| I tell her shut the fuck up and get off yo ass
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| I’m thuggin', I’m thuggin'
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| I’m thuggin', I’m thuggin'
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| Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
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| Raised by the old niggas, just mean mug
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| I’m thuggin', I’m thuggin'
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| I’m thuggin', I’m thuggin'
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| Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
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| Raised by the old niggas, just mean mug
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| God bless a niggas soul, bitch I’m out here
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| Wear the wrong color, you can’t come around here
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| So get your mind right, and keep your pistol close
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| Hoppin' out that ride out into your face, just like a seminal
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| I’m a nigga, stay thuggin', my lil' cousin got his chopper chrome
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| And a nigga want problems, take your top off like a metro dome
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| And make a loud noises, sound like it’s world war
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| And never break a sweat, that’s what them killers for
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| I get money ho, on some real shit
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| Deck 100's on me, that’s just what I deal with
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| Waka’s thugged out, and we the business
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| See me fuck the hammer, bet your niggas feel quick
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| Mama pray for me, commit a lot of sins
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| And it don’t make it better consumin' a lot of gin
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| Blood, sweat & tears, I put my soul out
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| Smell the flowers, bitch, I might just pull the rose out
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| Police kicked my door and shorty last night
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| I’d be damned if I don’t go out without a fight
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| My girlfriend says she needs some new shoes in a bag
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| I tell her shut the fuck up and get off yo ass
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| I’m thuggin', I’m thuggin'
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| I’m thuggin', I’m thuggin'
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| Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
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| Raised by the old niggas, just mean mug
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| I’m thuggin', I’m thuggin'
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| I’m thuggin', I’m thuggin'
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| Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
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| Raised by the old niggas, just mean mug
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| A young nigga thuggin, buckin with his dreads loose
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| Middle finger all the feds, cause I said too
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| Now we my G’s at? |
| Now where them dope boys?
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| Now where my niggas who be thuggin' on the corner for it
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| Hands in the air, throw your hood up
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| Hoppin' off that 7 trey sixes when I pull up
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| Now where my bad bitches, who keep that ass fat?
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| I love a hood bitch, ain’t scared to throw that ass back
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| And I keep them real niggas, homie that’s that
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| You a super duck, I’m talkin' Aflac
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| My niggas stormed out, stormed out
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| Stupid dress in them zones with that stone mouth
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| Club stupid packed, it’s a mad house
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| Catch you sniffin' by yourself, and then you assed out
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| And homie that’s word, my niggas gon' learn
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| See that red in blue, I’m runnin' out my Converse
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| Police kicked my door and shorty last night
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| I’d be damned if I don’t go out without a fight
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| My girlfriend says she needs some new shoes in a bag
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| I tell her shut the fuck up and get off yo ass
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| I’m thuggin', I’m thuggin'
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| I’m thuggin', I’m thuggin'
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| Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
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| Raised by the old niggas, just mean mug
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| I’m thuggin', I’m thuggin'
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| I’m thuggin', I’m thuggin'
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| Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
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| Raised by the old niggas, just mean mug |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thuggun', artist - DJ Rell. Album song DJ Rell Presents The Red Tails, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп