| Exotic beaches laid up on a canopy
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| Private planes, smoke the finest haze with my family
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| Keep a million stashed in the marble mantelpiece
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| Guns, butter, and bitches, thug fantasy
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| Exotic beaches laid up on a canopy
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| Private planes, smoke the finest haze with my family
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| Keep a million stashed in the marble mantelpiece
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| Guns, butter, and bitches, thug fantasy
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| Mahogany minks, dining at the top of the Sphinx
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| Glasses clink as we gobble our drinks
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| Astounding chains with impossible links
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| Crystal shining with coke residue powder on the sink
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| In the den where I twist haze, lust to get paid
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| Roll with killers who been getting figures since the sixth grade
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| My whip game is impeccable, incredible
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| Fly through in this spaceship, extraterrestrial
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| We professionals, invest and hit moves
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| Sick coupe with the big shoes, nigga I’m a big dude
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| Make big moves, headlines are normal
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| My lawyer Rico beat the RICO, fed time and all
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| But no more bagging up white, I live the glamorous life
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| Bought a new crib for Mag and his wife
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| My whole fam eating cabbage and rice
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| Lobster tails with wine, I’ll have a glass of the white, nigga
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| Blowing the hardest indo, all-black Ferrari Enzo
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| Can’t see my face behind the tints and thick smoke
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| Futuristic, Atari and Nintendo
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| Shorties lust the pimp stroke nigga cause I get dough
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| Break bread, party with my kinfolk
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| Penthouse hotel rental we keep it simple
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| Relax fitted, move at a boss tempo
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| The feds know info, we never let them know
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| No longer eating chicken wings and shrimp rolls
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| Personal chefs and trainers, the body is a temple
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| And all that jazz, dog we spent all that cash
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| Look at shortie dancing with all that ass
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| Toast to champagne yeah closing deals on the SkyPager
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| I made you, gators in nine flavours
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| Luciano shit, we getting mob paper
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| You know the saying, laugh now and cry later, what
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| Hey yo I wrote this to show kids
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| That got it confused with show biz, it’s all hocus pocus
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| These rap niggas talking all this coke shit
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| But they don’t never tell you where the road ends, it’s viewed with a closed
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| lens
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| Because of thug fantasy I’ve lost close friends
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| And I don’t think you understand when you quote them
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| So to quote Jada loosely, you wanna be like Tony Montana but you ain’t seen the
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| whole movie
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| Them boys coming for you, either to lock you up
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| Or the kind that kick in the door ski masks gunning for you
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| I just wanna warn you, it’s easy to do songs like this but honestly I don’t
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| wanna bore you
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| It’s okay to dream for riches in life
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| Money, cars, bitches are nice but it’s a ridiculous price
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| If you ain’t living it right, don’t be feeding into these rappers
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| Cause most of the time they just spitting the hype hype |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thug Fantasy , by - Reef The Lost Cauze. Song from the album A Vicious Cycle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп