Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thuggin', artist - Glasses Malone. Album song Thuggin' - Single, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Division Media Company
Song language: English
Thuggin' |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug, I hate payin' taxes |
Just hate it, I’m tryna fuck a couple actresses |
If I don’t got it I’ma make it |
Still don’t got it, I’ma take it |
Run that shit, take your shit, that’s what I won’t do |
Out here doin' what I want to |
Nigga you do what you can |
That’s the difference, I’m a mothafuckin' man |
I’m a man, nigga, and as a man I don’t take that |
I don’t do Versace, that’s that gay shit |
Yeah I said it, I’m a thug |
I’m a thug, nigga, guess I need a mothafuckin' hug |
Well dig my mama up and tell her give me one |
Lotta niggas say they’re real, I’m the realest one |
I’m the realest, this exactly how I’m feelin', bruh |
Ain’t no chillin', bruh |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
It’s all about the Benjamins |
Nigga, fuck George Zimmerman |
How it’s pistol versus hand? |
Take your whoopin' like a mothafuckin' man |
Pussy, damn, how hard can a kid hit? |
And why them local rappers ain’t did shit? |
Lil Wayne said, «Fuck the Heat» |
Same local rapper niggas wanted beef |
Fun, brother versus brother |
No hesitation when you face the same color |
None, I’m sayin' what the fuck you niggas stand for? |
Guess it’s lost in the South, Jim Crow |
Still I’m shootin' in the gym |
Thinkin' back, shit I couldn’t hit the rim |
Nigga you should see my game now |
If it’s a fully, nigga aim down |
Let the gun work |
Super clean but I’ve done dirt |
Talked the shit until my tongue hurt |
And I don’t run from skirmishes, nigga |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
Sometimes I look in the mirror and ask myself what I’m scared of |
How dare the media portray me this way, I can hear the |
Crowd screaming, the weirdest of chants, they all in my ear-a |
Artist of era, role model, I can’t |
It’s like I’m a parrot, apparently I’m markin' the dance |
I seen done with the devil, such a ghetto romance |
How many niggas fall victim, looking at you trapped in the system |
Mentally they kept you in prison, and you won’t get out, no one visit |
Open up your mouth, no one listen, you in denial, nigga |
I’m in denial with you, I dial dead homies numbers off this liquor |
Time and time again I find myself inside the cerebellum |
Of several felons, Orion’s belt couldn’t live in my world |
I seen tigers, lions let loose and spooked, I’m next door to Earl |
I guess I rely on Jesus to save us before I refer |
The madness, my neighbors witness ski masks |
The masses don’t know |
I’m packin' this four and harassin' your ho |
Antagonizin' the business you love the most |
See the difference to my approach is a forty ounce at the store |
If a forty bounce, to get low |
I never learn, I’m hard-headed |
The corporate world don’t like it, but I said it |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
I’m a mothafuckin' thug |
Look in my eyes, what do you see? |
God Orion lives in me |
Look in my eyes, what do you see? |
God Orion lives in me |
Thug, thug, all I ever was |
Look around, all I ever done |
Thug, thug, all I ever was |
Look around, all I ever done |
Thug, thug, all I ever was |
Look around, all I ever done |
Thug, thug, all I ever was |
Look around |