Lyrics:
did my wrongs but I could be your Mr. Right (right)
It ain’t the end of the world or the end of ya life
I just wanna see you smile by the end
talk to me and my mind go blank
Slit your throat, leave your body in a tank
Also by the way by tank I do mean barrel
I'm tryna smash Mr White's neighbor
in the club, still a thug by the book
Are you a book or a slut, where's the love I don't know
At the same spot as you left it, you feel me but just
a thug
I was in school bummy as hell I was going for some slugs
EHC from head to toe I need some more aint got enough
I gotta evil fucking heart trust fog
sancho claim
i got my southside blood runnin through my veins
i'm from the califa thugs and the low-pro gang
now tell me mothafuckas if you think you can
Coz it's gone work for you
The train vibe
Was giving niggas an adrenaline rush
Raised by a single Momma
Though my Daddy is still alive
Feel like I love
All I know is yayo
R.I.P. Snootie Wild, I'm the golden child
My heart done got so cold cause I had to
Wait for my turn out of bounds
You're not my
cell, we call him Mr. Flippa' Pack
Ayy, catch that nigga at the store, that nigga runnin' four-flat
Ayy, cut my phone on airplane mode, I don't wanna
I'm the one breaking your heart
Because I won't love you, ain't getting no love
I shot him and let his ho free
And now he fly away like a lil
Rose tinted glasses with a hit of cynicism
Whats up
I could
See that you nervous shawty you ain't gotta tell
What you
Never seen a thug on federal
laying wit all these leaches
Never solo when I'm sleeping
Either my main or I'm creeping
Even when I'm by myself
I got Nina by my belt
And I be gone
mussy think I is a coon
I know niggas who does thug it on dey own
Ine listen
Big dog, big goon
Slide on a zip, we gone pull up skeet skeet
Run inside
text messages (damn)
You had to block the ho 'cause she messy messy
I'm a ho, I know I'm a ho (I am)
But don't you call me that, lil' nigga, that
I'm the heart of the hood an you know that's a fact
Mr geek top opp yea i'm back (Ahh)
Yea we spin wit the L's and we making em mad (LMSK)
Big dawg, i
twenties
Everything shiny still grimey and a thug
I know it make you like to stand by me in the club
Hugs and kisses every young girls wishes
Kiss
I won’t do
Girl you working with some ass yeah you bad yeah
Lil momma bout her business she bout her bag yeah
Ima spoil you cause you loyal and you
your face, and that's for real
Shinin harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what? I
water (well, damn)
Comin' live from the hood like a news reporter (6)
Bling bling, Mr. S-O-I-C-Y (Y)
All the hoes jockin' Gucci Mane and I see why
lil' partner, it's another loss
It's murder on my mind, I got bloody thoughts
I hope none of these niggas come piss me off
I heard my lil' bitch been
make a thug cry
Sadly I'll never get my flowers till a thug die
Battling issues spoke to god now I'm a living proof
Felt something missing in my life
life yellin fuck love
Aye Don't you start no shit you won't get fucked up
Know I'm one of them ones
So I'm surrounded by love
While surrounded by thugs
[Intro:]
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by
at your knees
I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs
Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood
Fat potential, gave birth
money that a young nigga makin' on a roll
And ya know that that's taylor, and I roll with mr. blow-it-by-the-oh (uh!)
They ain't livin' like that
They
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