Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug Fantasy, artist - Reef The Lost Cauze. Album song A Vicious Cycle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.11.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Well Done Entertainment
Song language: English
Thug Fantasy |
Exotic beaches laid up on a canopy |
Private planes, smoke the finest haze with my family |
Keep a million stashed in the marble mantelpiece |
Guns, butter, and bitches, thug fantasy |
Exotic beaches laid up on a canopy |
Private planes, smoke the finest haze with my family |
Keep a million stashed in the marble mantelpiece |
Guns, butter, and bitches, thug fantasy |
Mahogany minks, dining at the top of the Sphinx |
Glasses clink as we gobble our drinks |
Astounding chains with impossible links |
Crystal shining with coke residue powder on the sink |
In the den where I twist haze, lust to get paid |
Roll with killers who been getting figures since the sixth grade |
My whip game is impeccable, incredible |
Fly through in this spaceship, extraterrestrial |
We professionals, invest and hit moves |
Sick coupe with the big shoes, nigga I’m a big dude |
Make big moves, headlines are normal |
My lawyer Rico beat the RICO, fed time and all |
But no more bagging up white, I live the glamorous life |
Bought a new crib for Mag and his wife |
My whole fam eating cabbage and rice |
Lobster tails with wine, I’ll have a glass of the white, nigga |
Blowing the hardest indo, all-black Ferrari Enzo |
Can’t see my face behind the tints and thick smoke |
Futuristic, Atari and Nintendo |
Shorties lust the pimp stroke nigga cause I get dough |
Break bread, party with my kinfolk |
Penthouse hotel rental we keep it simple |
Relax fitted, move at a boss tempo |
The feds know info, we never let them know |
No longer eating chicken wings and shrimp rolls |
Personal chefs and trainers, the body is a temple |
And all that jazz, dog we spent all that cash |
Look at shortie dancing with all that ass |
Toast to champagne yeah closing deals on the SkyPager |
I made you, gators in nine flavours |
Luciano shit, we getting mob paper |
You know the saying, laugh now and cry later, what |
Hey yo I wrote this to show kids |
That got it confused with show biz, it’s all hocus pocus |
These rap niggas talking all this coke shit |
But they don’t never tell you where the road ends, it’s viewed with a closed |
lens |
Because of thug fantasy I’ve lost close friends |
And I don’t think you understand when you quote them |
So to quote Jada loosely, you wanna be like Tony Montana but you ain’t seen the |
whole movie |
Them boys coming for you, either to lock you up |
Or the kind that kick in the door ski masks gunning for you |
I just wanna warn you, it’s easy to do songs like this but honestly I don’t |
wanna bore you |
It’s okay to dream for riches in life |
Money, cars, bitches are nice but it’s a ridiculous price |
If you ain’t living it right, don’t be feeding into these rappers |
Cause most of the time they just spitting the hype hype |