| I’m hard to hate but I’m easy to love mayne. |
| Huh, Thugga
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| Ya’ll know how I do
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| Huh, it’s over, huh
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| Huh, I’m stuntin' pullin' out the foreign
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| All them boppers love it
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| We can fuck around
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| We just can’t fuck around in public
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| Let me switch the subject
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| I’m shinin' on Westheimer
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| At the Gallo tryin' to pick out which chick is finer
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| I wear designer
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| Talk down I find ya'
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| It’s Thugga mothafucka, in case I need to remind ya'
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| Let me go and wreck, so I can go and bring the techs back
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| Wake up in the mornin' and I’m headin' where them chicks at
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| Grindin'
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| That’s why you see so many diamonds
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| Shinin'
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| Like a light bulb I’m blindin'
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| Them boys, watch me make them put away they toys
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| Trunk making noise
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| Haters better avoid Thugga (Thugga)
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| Shout out
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| To any body that’s getting money
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| Period
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| When it comes to hustles
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| Best believe I got a
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| My footwear is so tight
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| Of exotic material
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| One of the persons to sip' drank
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| It was a miracle
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| Watch that drank got me irritable
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| When the haters hate it just expose who’s been inferior
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| I don’t know what you smokin'
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| But I swear my shit superior
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| When I flash my wrist
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| The passersby go hysterical
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| And when I work that wheel and pop my trunk
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| It is historical
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| And when her ass get fake
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| I give a fuck that is rhetorical
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| Switch up cars like audible
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| My changing cars are assort-able
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| My slab come with an arsenal
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| But my grill is not affordable
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| Hold up (Hold up)
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| (Here lizard lizard lizard)
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| Real recognize real, you can tell
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| Thugga just hit me on the cell
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| If you can sell water to a women with a water hose
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| And I can sell cameras to a jail
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| Plenty ice is sittin' on my chest
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| I should bake a cake, might as well
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| Take the money
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| Then you put the money on the money counter
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| Put the money counter on scale
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| If time is money then I need it on the dot
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| Time is money then I’m always on the clock
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| Got a 40 caliber for the plot
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| 150 thousand on my parkin' spot
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| Not the type of rapper that bargain shop
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| Before you realize it I’d barged your shop
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| Ridin' in car with a revolver top
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| Ironically the weapon got revolver shots
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| The platinum rapper that’s standing here
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| The only that can confer
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| Got some plex, then don’t say my name
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| Like Candy Man and watch him appear
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| Grab a deal, candy clear
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| Candy clearer than a chandelier
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| I compare myself to the best
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| So I should probably go grab a mirror
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| Like Sammy Sosa, do certain pitchers
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| I’ll probably hit, so keep secure your mistress
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| I prefer to keep girl suspicious
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| Dig a hole it’s feed first for snitches
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| Known for fittin' certain inches
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| Candy coat it then swervin' digits
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| Gettin' paid, so I got it made
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| Get’s paid too much to touch dirty dishes
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| Strippers flock’s in me in the club
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| Talkin' like they wanna learn the bidness
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| Thinkin' I should go buy a gym
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| Make 'em work for me
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| And call it «Twerk For Fitness»
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| Diamonds shinin in 3rd dimensions
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| Bosses life like we had earnt the riches
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| She sipping' the syrup, when you look at my shirt
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| You can see where your girl left purple kisses
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| Haha |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love It , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album Boss Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп