Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In This Thang Breh (feat. Turf Talk & Mistah Fab), artist - E-40. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In This Thang Breh (feat. Turf Talk & Mistah Fab) |
| The valedictorian of the yola game, graduated with high honors |
| Used to serve and push that candy cane, standin in front of my momma’s |
| house, now I’m leanin over the rail and standin on top of the couch |
| Wash my face with a brand new hundred dollar bill |
| In this bit', keepin it lit, me and my Click (me and my Click) devilish |
| Hella chicks, extra clips (extra clips) hella spliffs |
| TMZ takin flicks (TMZ takin flicks) |
| Nine times out of ten I’ma leave with a 10 |
| Run a little game, maybe fuck her friends |
| Ask her what’s her name, tell me one mo' gen |
| I don’t see no rangs, so you ain’t got no man |
| (What about yo' mackin mayne?) Ain’t no lackin in my mackin |
| Some of my niggaz in here trappin, some of my niggas in here flaggin |
| (In her FLAGGIN!) Man I hope y’all don’t get to clappin |
| Only clappin I’m tryin to hear is a female ass clap |
| Polo, everything, they should endorse me |
| I swear — that should be my face on that horsey |
| Man I might be the hardest we got |
| And yeah I’ma get this money regardless or not |
| (Yeah!) We in this thang breh — if it’s funky, get it on |
| We get in this thang breh — reactin! |
| (Reactin!) |
| Turf Talk too damn hard on 'em (hard on 'em) |
| Ten bottles, guess who ordered 'em? |
| Ten chains, guess who wearin 'em? |
| (Wearin 'em) |
| Ten guns, guess who carry nem! |
| (Carry nem) |
| Got my money first, divin in her purse |
| Bitch you cain’t have none of my mine, I’m spendin all of hers |
| I guess it’s time to get my buzz up (get my buzz up) |
| Leave the dope alone Turf, put the guns up (put the guns up) |
| Man, it’s almost gone |
| AY! |
| Please fill my styrofoam |
| The club, yeah, ayyy, grind-ing! |
| Pull up to the club, on my iPhone tweetin |
| Hit @E40 like #ImInThisThangBreh! |
| Some ol' nigga I went to high school with |
| came up to me lookin all strange |
| talkin 'bout «family you changed» |
| I’m like #YouBeinALameBreh! |
| Get out my way; |
| hey it’s too many hoes up in this thang |
| for a nigga to be all in my ear tryin to kick it like Liu Kang |
| This shit bang! |
| It’s slappin like domestic problems |
| My brother Fresh Al got that look like don’t mess with potnah |
| I’m swagged up, big horsey on my shirt! |
| Match the L.V. |
| on my shoes, niggaz better guard they work |
| I’m turnin P.I.'s to heckler hoe protectors |
| Better look down, cause if I see eyes, girl I’m fin' to check her |
| Went all through her purse like Frank Gore for the first |
| Niggaz be actin like they hard, but they really just be nurse |
| Puttin niggaz on mack blast like, breh you gotta prove it! |
| Mistah F.A.B. |
| and 40 only ones left from the movement |