Lyrics:
was worth it you deserve it’s nothing
I want yo love girl cant deny
It’s forever we thug
I wanna tell you I love you an ill never Change on you I can
love
Even though I'm dying inside, nigga is still a thug
The company I keep be wantin me to heat fuck boom
I don't really want to scorn, how I
shit and brought back again
Uh
She Just Want a thug she don't want no love
Body goin numb when we off the drugs
I just wanna fuck I don't wanna Cuff
Cus they gon pull up
And they gon kidnap
And you gon get fucked
Bitch you gon get fucked
In the ass
By some gay thugs
That's them gay thugs
Packed deep
hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin' about birds
Only about two-thirds, I really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you
hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin' about birds
Only about two-thirds, I really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you
by any means necessary
Kids down boy I got ya, check ya books give em commissary
Chorus
My Nigga My Rider My Thug (I got you) My Nigga My Rider My
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil
that Bone Thug nigga with them still-ass balls
We let 'em hang and the sparks fly
I'm talkin about scrapin the streets and nigga movin
so fast we turnin
to keep anxiety out my life
I only fuck with thugs so I don't need a choppa by my side
She's like woah, anxiety back in my life it better go
I hate when my
niggas love to kill
Look you right up in your face
And tell that you ain't no thug for real
I pop Percs, do drugs for real
Get so high, I'm above
been gone a lil' minute
Back in the trap,I been gone a lil' minute
Tell me you love me, tell me you miss me, tell Me you need me, ain't no more freebies
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
and hustlers
Putting food on the table, for they mothers and lil' brothers
I'm suicidal, with homicidal tendencies
Fuck blaming mama, nigga it's the thug in me
Yo
Ima pour my heart on this one y'all
Brianna Lee
Lately I been feelin' real lonely
Fuck I guess the devil tryn' hold me
Ima thug it out by my
Sippin Alizé
Not the Hennessey
It made me gag
Now I'm older, Thug Passion really sounds like just a dodgy porno mag
That is not a jab
Let the critics
the club, in the cut with the thugs
Puffin' on bomb ass bud
Finna show 'em how to flow when I pour a lil mo' drinkie, drink off in my cup
I still take
could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me
could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me
.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
'm feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I
clank
Thug never gonna change, so flame up
Sit back and just smoke to the same cut
Leatherface on the creep, I came up
It's the Thuggish Ruggish
I just popped another seal bitch I'm geekin'
Guess you can say I'm a playa ass thug
Every city that I go all the bitches show me love
I'm a cookie
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