| Thugger!
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| I roll me one, smoke to the face
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| I roll me one, smoke to the face
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| Roll up a blunt and I’ma face it, king slime aye
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| They politickin' 'bout these cases
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| I told her roll me up a blunt and I’ma face it
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| Choppa make a man
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| I’ve been shootin' out with my neighbors, yeah
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| My lil niggas tryna trap it out in the vacant, yeah
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| Protectfully they got my wrist and they don’t play with that
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| She been suckin' dick way before a nigga made it, yeah
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| Pass me the mothafuckin' lighter
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| Lil mama overseas, I’ma Skype her
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| Nigga checkin' out the squad, tryna bite us
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| But my hand is way different got the Midas
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| Do a dream with me, aye do some things with me
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| Bae drink your lean with me, bae fall asleep with me
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| Ayy fall asleep, we drive
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| Just like your life or mines
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| Let me fuck one more time
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| And I’ll help you write your rhymes
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| This politician is so fake
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| They politickin' 'bout these cases
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| I told her roll me up a blunt and I’ma face it
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| Choppa make a man
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| I’ve been shootin' out with my neighbors, yeah
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| My lil niggas tryna trap it out in the vacant, yeah
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| Patek Phillipe they got my wrist and they don’t play with that
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| She been suckin' dick way before a nigga made it, yeah
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| Bad, bad, bad
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| I’m a player, player, player
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| I’ll pop at your man, man, man
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| I’ll do what I can, know what I’m sayin'?
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| Guess I’m geeked up
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| Like an astronaut, I’m off Earth
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| I’m way in the moon, kickin' shit without a broom
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| My mama can’t lose
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| I’ma keep her in a fresh car
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| And I’ma put on them shoes
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| I’ma keep her so froze up
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| Yeah I’ma keep her in some jewels
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| I’ma go 'head and nut in my bitch
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| I’ma gon' and give her juice
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| She did two times now, I done told her that was rude
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| They don’t wanna see you win
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| Nah they want you always to lose
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| They gon' always want you be stuck with them
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| They’ll never wish you good luck on them
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| And they’ll never wish bad luck either
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| And I don’t know what the fuck to think either
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| Got a foreign car like a wife beater
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| Actin' like she like people
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| Knowin' they don’t give two fucks if they’re still here
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| They’ll leave her
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| This politician is so fake
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| They politickin' 'bout these cases
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| I told her roll me up a blunt and I’ma face it
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| Choppa make a man
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| I’ve been shootin' out with my neighbors, yeah
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| My lil niggas tryna trap it out in the vacant, yeah
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| Patek Phillipe they got my wrist and they don’t play with that
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| She been suckin' dick way before a nigga made it, yeah
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| Got on mines and I got tired of waitin'
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| Mama say, «You gonna make it, you gotta be patient»
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| Came out the hood, trap out the stove out that vacant
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| Now we flyin' different places, fuckin' bitches all different races
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| I did this shit that they thought I wouldn’t do and I made it
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| I was so down, man it’s so fucked up, couldn’t make over 80
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| I lost some friends, that was so fucked up and I know that they hate me
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| Thugger, he gave me a chance and I had to take it
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| Used to chop on the block with the 380
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| Now when I pull up they gotta pass me
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| I came from nothing more than the 80s
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| These niggas actors like Patrick Swayze
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| I gotta get it, I can’t be lazy
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| Didn’t have a dime so my mama crazy
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| Ran up a sack with Thugger, baby
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| Man this shit so amazing
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| Patek Phillipe
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| Cost a hundred bands, man
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| Clip missin' on it
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| Then I went and seen Elliott and iced up my Pigalle, you dig
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| That’s on Big Duck, that’s on all 6, know I’m sayin'?
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| I got like a 170, 180 thousand dollar watch, bro
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| And it glow up green at night
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| And when the sun hit it on the plane
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| You understand what I’m sayin'?
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| Yeah, I used to do this shit to maintain
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| Til I started usin' 14% of my brain
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| And that left me with 5 stars worth of stains, you dig?
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| Thugger! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Webbie , by - Young Thug. Song from the album JEFFERY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп