| Until the day a nigga D-I-E-
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| I’ll be forever thuggin baby
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| Ever since I fucking
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| These bitches loved it baby
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| Still got the chron son
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| I used to be drug dealer
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| X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga
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| Around here we smoke a bitch I still book 'em heavy
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| Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh)
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| That don’t mean I sold my chevy
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| I love my seven-trey, I talk to 'em everyday
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| I ride around 'em cool, I walk be 'em yesterday
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| I’m from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys at
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| Come through with that bullshit
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| My niggas don’t gonna handle dat
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| I fuck with no bustas, my game is straight must-a
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| So if you fuckin with us
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| We’ll hit you up with K Cutters
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| I feels no niggas
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| But I pitch no hittas
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| Throw curve balls at they ass
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| They gonna watch 'em go get em
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| I’m now the coo guy up the street up the block from em'
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| I used to up my Glocks on em, then take they blocks from em'
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| Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
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| You don’t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
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| Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
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| You don’t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
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| When my niggas and bitches
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| Go from rags to riches
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| It’ll be thug life and y’all still with me
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| When my niggas and bitches
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| Go from rags to riches
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| It’ll be thug life again, so ride with me
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| (Uh-ohh)
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| C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo
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| Pull out my dick and piss on hoes
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| In ya face while I spit these flows
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| Like you ain’t know, nigga we kick down doors to get that dough
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| Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough
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| And we gonna get mo'
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| For sho', you know dat cheddar make it betta
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| And its thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha
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| Like dun-a Dun-a
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| Nigga dem rags to riches
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| Wit' your boy C-O Money Mark, T double-D so bitch don’t go
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| So nigga rolls, so every motha fucka get down the floors
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| Get away from all your doors and windows
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| Cause a nigga done passed wit' a .44
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| And im’a let it go, like --boom--
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| Betta break ya-self, I can’t take myself
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| But killa, nigga, won’t have to make myself
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| And i’ll come to ya wake myself
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| I won’t send no dogs, no friends, no loot
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| No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit
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| Just a note that say, he. |
| through
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| Now, now thanks to you
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| Me and tre gotta make up for these times lost
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| We bout' that cash, we on that ass
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| So let them 9's off
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| So mutha-fucking sicka, stupid hoes and fuck niggas
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| Snitches and bitches, yo hold on I’m gon' kill 'em
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| And I’m just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep em
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| So I just peep em', lay back and I book my reefa
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| I’m a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols
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| I got the choppers that i’ll bring down and won’t miss ya
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| You want a nigga that gives a fuck about a bitch
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| Unless you sucking the fucking ho and tryin' to get rich
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| I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out
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| Who can shoot a nigga best
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| A bitch about stacks ho
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| All this complaining ho, bitch about that
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| Ever since I hold a benz, bitch be all in my face
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| Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
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| You don’t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
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| Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
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| You don’t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
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| Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
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| You don’t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
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| Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
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| You don’t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
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| Thug life again so ride wit me
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| Thug life again so ride wit me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rags to Riches, artist - Trick Daddy. Album song Thug Holiday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп