Lyrics:
feel that you love (let me feel your love)
You show me, girl (show me)
They got love for a thug (love for a thug)
Before we stay down, we go up (up)
coming back wit extra nugs
That smile is my drug
When u show me love
Get a lil messy
Coming out the tub
Look a lil dressy
Coming out the club
I just wanna
coming back wit extra nugs
That smile is my drug
When u show me love
Get a lil messy
Coming out the tub
Look a lil dressy
Coming out the club
I just
.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's
Mo Thug be the love
Slug for the perfect picture
Chronic bud to save your struggles
So somebody suffer, scriptures
Time to rip ya, hit ya really
now, well, I don't believe in God, thug
Oh, you Muslim? No, I'm real
Heard 'bout your beef in your city
Don't even worry, got some lil' niggas who
you fake thugs think about is grills and gold,
And pressin' these doors
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
I'ma pimp, I spend my time makin' these hoes
And I couldn't sell out my ci-ty,
Murder now to come up, move,
Bone'll be bringin' that city, wit me pin me,
Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't
a pretty girl to be their wife
Every thug need a pretty girl that they could hug
Every thug need a pretty girl to show them love
How you doing, I'm doing
A nobody and quietly grew into "Dee Wit the Gas"
At first I lacked hustle as told by my dad
But I seen that lil money and start learning fast
Dis Dat Phat
a millionaire (Ow)
Be a millionaire, be a, Be a millionaire (Lil mama come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Oh)
Have a baby by me,
pray for love baby pray for us,
Who celebrate the thugs, my lady,
Cause you see we cappin' the game, when I spit 16
whether bars or 16 in the doors
So Mr Fantasy
Every day and night living in a fallacy
We're in love with it
Deep in with the vanity
Another reason for the feeling to be guaranteed
to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Little busta, I hit em up
Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz,
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
overjoyed if she make noise while I be stroking still
I'm her lil thug and that's my lil baby yea
I go by chain if you ain't know by now
I'm that dude...I
Stay the fuck out my business you niggas be nosy
I stay with my brother just like Zack and Cody
I trap out the lobby just like Mr. Mosbey
Got
hit thug i got some papers
We got henny by the gallon that shit regulation
God woke us up this morning so we celebrated
I feel like teezy all a nigga do
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
that?
Make a lil' nigga get an asthma attack
Say she love the kid, my name is tatted on her neck
Pop that pussy for a check
I had her takin' shots
(brrr)
Hold on lil bitch, which one you workin? (hold on)
I just spent a couple bands on that Birkin (money)
Don't ever front or touch [?] a surgeon
stay high
If I could teach the world (whole wide world)
To be a thug-n-harmony (harmony)
Then I would teach the world (whole wide world)
To be
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