| You know who the fuck I am bitch
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| It’s Thugga, Thugga
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| I’m the realest nigga ever, nobody do it better
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| I ain’t never stopping, I’ma do this shit forever
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| Addicted to new leather, in love with the money
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| Drop the 'Rarri top, when that weather gets sunny
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| Neighbors looking funny, cause ery’time they speak
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| It be a different bitch, everyday of the week
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| I’m a Hogg, I gotta eat
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| And word is, there’s lobster and steak in these streets
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| I got a problem though, I like freaks
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| Give me two of those, my square hoes acting weak
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| It’s hard to compete, with two dimes in my sheets
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| They swapping out my meat, got a nigga all deep
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| Catch me in the club, every week bitch
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| Never see me out, with a weak bitch
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| Fuck a good girl, I want a freak bitch
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| Up all week, we gotta eat bitch
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| We gotta eat bitch
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| Bricks on the table, gotta eat bitch
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| We gotta eat bitch
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| Lil' cash in a safe, we gotta eat bitch
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| I’m still starving, and I just ate
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| Trying to see how many meals, I can take
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| Got a mill cash, stashed in the safe
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| Shit I can’t complain, life’s great
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| And I just, got that new Range
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| Cocaine, everythang
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| That’s a damn shame
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| My side chick I’m dicking down, is your main
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| Hold up mayn, where is your brain
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| Cause her’s a fool, some’ing I can’t explain
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| I can’t stay in my lane, get money fuck the fame
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| Solid gold chains, Rover changing lanes
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| I ain’t got time, for these bitches
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| I’m spending all my time, getting money
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| And I ain’t slowing down, for you niggas
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| You better catch up, if you coming |