Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug Holiday, artist - YFN Lucci. Album song HIStory, Lost Pages, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Think It's A Game, Warner
Song language: English
Thug Holiday |
The good thing about bein' counted out and left for dead |
They never see you comin' |
Regardless of what you goin' through, young brother |
Remember, bad days always a promise that better days is around the corner |
I got some niggas doin' time, got some niggas slangin' iron |
Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that’s on his mind |
Feel like you won’t, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine |
He on his own, everybody left 'em behind (Yeah) |
This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waitin' on the visits |
Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn’t wish that on my enemy |
And all of my thugs in the ghetto (Woah), jealous |
Keep grindin', you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision |
This for them thug niggas in the street (Street), can’t go nowhere without the |
heat (The heat) |
And he ain’t playin' no games, load that bitch and bang it if they want the |
beef (Rrah) |
Them computer games’ll get you deleted, he ain’t got that iron, he ain’t |
sleepin' (Uh-uh) |
And lately he been doin' bad, he ready to flash for the littlest reason |
Got too many people in the ghetto (Ghetto), it’s hard for me to let go (Let go) |
I’ll get all my sleep when I’m dead, bitch, what the fuck I need to rest for? |
Bust that boy up, he ain’t die, lil' unlucky, but he blessed, though (You |
blessed) |
Fuck the police, I ain’t talkin', put me in the room, I got strep throat (Damn) |
I ain’t have no money for a pistol, I had to rob a nigga with a fake gun (Get |
'em) |
Bought a pistol, got caught with it, said «Fuck Bail», now I’m on the run (Run) |
Give a fuck if you a lil' older, in these streets you gon' be my son (For real) |
Get your money up, 'cause when you beefin' with no money, ain’t no fun |
I got some niggas doin' time, got some niggas slangin' iron |
Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that’s on his mind |
Feel like you won’t, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine |
He on his own, everybody left 'em behind (Yeah) |
This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waitin' on the visits |
Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn’t wish that on my enemy |
And all of my thugs in the ghetto (Woah), jealous |
Keep grindin', you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision |
Okay, my young nigga don’t smoke, but he keep a smoke pole, huh |
Big bro still smokin' and he on parole |
I used to hate my grandma house, that shit was full of roaches, hey |
I be paranoid, so watch how you approach me |
Ayy, one day, we gon' make it out the ghetto |
I had a dream that I was rich, I woke up dead broke (I was dead broke) |
I swear, I shed so many tears I can’t cry no more (Cry no more) |
They gave lil' bro so many years he can’t slide no more, uh |
Chasin' so much paper that my leg broke, yeah, uh |
Trappin' and finessin' off a earphone, uh |
Ayy, finger-fuck that money, treat it like a redbone |
Nigga play, I’ll put his name on a headstone |
I got some niggas doin' time, got some niggas slangin' iron |
Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that’s on his mind |
Feel like you won’t, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine |
He on his own, everybody left 'em behind (Yeah) |
This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waitin' on the visits |
Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn’t wish that on my enemy |
And all of my thugs in the ghetto (Woah), jealous |
Keep grindin', you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision, yeah |