Lyrics:
on opposite sex
The cream got me fiend for mass appeal scheme
Like doin' drive-bys in stretched limousines
I keep tons of guns my niggas on
The run pack
you love?
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Check the lingo, the mack
Straight
I'ma thug in the streets and I know what to do
If you fucking with me I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now I'ma do my thing
Like
[Intro]
Slim Thugga. Boss of all bosses.
See I'm the slimmest thug, white tee wife beater, and always keep that thang on hang.
Keep the stash in my
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
up
Fuck em ha, shouldn't of fucked with me boy
[Slim Thug]
First I'll fuck Lil Yo, and the label you claim
You bitch made gay nigga, I gave you
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
Master P
Lil Silkky, Mystikal, C and me and Fiend
Nigga don't be tripping, you got my lil homie in the cut
That Soulja Slim nigga , he known for dippin
'em, told the pitbull to sic 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't, he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his
'em, told the pitbull to sic 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't, he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his
richer the Richie quickly
Niggas wanna hit me if they get me dress my body in linen by Armani
Check it, my lyrical carjack make your brun' splat
High
Presidential playa, with mo' respect than a mayor
Super thoed flow sayer, and I ain't no sprayer
Slim Thug, E.S.G., putting it down with the car
We
A couple of mo' classes to fuck with me, ha
[Hook]
[Slim Thug]
Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song
The same nigga who stole your cash, is who's
taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got chicks in the living room
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
ReFugee thugs hang at the roller rink
Roller skatin baby
Carnival (Make room, for the Carnival,
hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
ReFugee thugs hang at the roller rink
Roller skatin baby
Carnival (Make room, for the Carnival,
a nigga didn't have no ends
But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check
It take long time, but now a nigga livin good
Ballin with the thugs in
Slim
Before you think my origin's my Achilles heel Slim
I ain't got no fuckin' problem being a Paki Slim
In a world of Islamophobia, immigration
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
pros by the air vent
I spent a lot of cash to shine, but it came in handy
Cause like a child, Slim Thug is so in love with candy huh
Now when I come
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