Lyrics:
on the wall in my room Bitch
on some ol' nigga fuck wit me I'ma do 'em shit
Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but don't respect him
Put my foot in they rectum
Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room, bitch
Want some old nigga? Fuck with me, I'ma do 'em, shit
Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but
undressin' to test me and uh
Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You wants a nigga,
when the thugs cry)
Are you ready, ready?
We keepin' the lights on at Ruthless and I ain't fuckin' the boss, lookin' at me sexy.
Take your clothes
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back,
embarrassing your peers
Try that bullshit cougar, in the lake somewhere
Hating on me to a bitch, go play somewhere
Slim Thug says, you need to get off his dick
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in the face
Every time
thoed you know me, see them agents can't hold me
E and Slim on the track, we like Shaq and Kobe
Alley-oop out the Coupe, and my troops gon march
From
we RIDE
And if I die by a slug
The death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn me?
The death of a true thug
And still, we try to change
Thug finest runnin' through the mind
And, nigga don't pint the science behind the violence
Call me that mighty rebel makin' moves in silence
Livin'
sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy
he ain't pick me
We were never doin' quickies
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some
Let's go, no time to waste pronto
Hook:
Eyes hazy that's some lin shit
acting shady that's some slim shit
call me crazy i don't give a shit
I'm
Chorus:Master P
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me
I'ma thug but still mama bathed me (4X)
Verse 1:Master P
I live my life as a thug, roll
on my feet
She gettin nasty tryna touch on me
If she still here by sundown
Don't try your luck she wit me now
When shots up niggas fall victim
Renegade I
E.S.G. | Wreckchopped & Screwed Version | Ft. Slim Thug & Deshawn Hill | Screwed by Ray Face
Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man)
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me truly effective
Facial expressions why you do that lil gesture baby
Ask me what's wrong imma say you dtm of that extra maybe
Just listen to me lemme give you a great
take it
Grab a player hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to break it
Give me your money
Drop them keys
It's a jack move bitch
And since you
lookin' for no love
So come give me a hug, you sexy little thug
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some bub
Daddy I got what you need, you a sexy
throw up that finger
Hey yo, yo, yo throw y'all fingers up
Thug style, baby, thug style, y'know?
Tell me, baby, are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya
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