| Na na na na naaaaaa
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| Na na na na naaaaaa
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| Yea
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| Thug niggas don’t live that long
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| (Thug niggas don’t live that long)
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| Before they gone they’ll be dead and gone
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| But I’ll be waiting 'till they come back home
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| (I'll be waiting for you)
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| I wanna buy me a benz but I’m fifty-grand short
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| I got to get this cheese without a nigga getting caught
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| 2 freaks is in the jungle now
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| I’m taking care of mama now
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| My lil dog caught a case, I got to bail him out
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| I got you bobbin to this real shit
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| So reason why a nigga kill shit
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| That’s how it is, shit
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| See papa was a rolling stone
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| He left mama alone
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| She raised us on her own
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| Them bitches curious
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| Why I’m soo motherfucking serious
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| Hard times got me pumped up and furious
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| I want y’all to free all my dawgs
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| Before I get my gun and start killing your halls
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| Call me the butcherman
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| I take my beef straight to the man
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| I put it so only thug niggas understand
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| Keep bitches out your game get paid
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| Just remember and respect what the old girl said
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| I got some niggas on the other side
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| One day I got to take a ride
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| And let them know I still represent the Southside
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| No more shopping at the flea I’m rolling D’s and Lo’s
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| I’m getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez
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| And can’t nann bitch forget that nigga Hollywood
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| Big ends steering wheel made of wood
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| I heard it was four niggas three shit, one ho nigga
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| I’m out the pen with you Howdy folk
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| Who gon die next
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| Who mama gon cry next
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| Who sister giving away the slack pus
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| That’s how we living though
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| Dead and gone before he twenty-four
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| Or in jail, but y’all don’t hear me though
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| As I continue with this thug shit
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| With all this blood and shit
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| But all us thug niggas love this
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| For the love of greed and riches
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| But money don’t need no bitches
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| So I’m killing all snitches
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| Bridge
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| I’m doing this one for the thugs
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| and the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
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| Yes sir (repeat 2x)
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| If I was a hundred dollar bill
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| I’d make you niggas kill for me Go to prison do about a hundred years for me Get a gat and go jack robin steele for me Just to pay a bitch bills with me
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| I’m dissing every nigga who got me fucking
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| A bitch better fuck for pregnent nuts
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| You see it be them same niggas
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| 'Cause coochie ass lame niggas
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| (Last time) Learn some motherfucking thangs nigga
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| Now picture me as a killa (killa)
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| Young crack dope deala (dope deala)
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| I’m doing this one for my niggas
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| Who ride for this
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| Who even lost they life for this
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| And them niggas who survivin this
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| They don’t live that long
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| Thug Niggas don’t live that long
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| Singing portion of the chorus repeated untill fade |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song They Don't Live Long , by - Trick Daddy. Song from the album Based On A True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп