Lyrics:
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
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
Big Boss of the South
And I don't just talk it wit my mouth
I back it up wit my vow
Before Jimmy cut the check, it was 50 on my neck
And over 50 in
Big Boss of the South
And I don't just talk it wit my mouth
I back it up wit my vow
Before Jimmy cut the check, it was 50 on my neck
And over 50 in
What what what what YEEEAAA!
Pitbull in this! This Lil Jon Chekin in, where my T golds at!
[Chorus:]
Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty
They
[M.Bleek]
Huh?
Yeah
M-e-m-p-h-i-s Bleek
Y'all punk ass niggaz
Check it out yo
[Chorus]
Is you a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love
see this ones mine
It's slim thug and DC outta H town
Ooh, boy, you looking like you like what you see (yeah, yeah)
Won't you come over and check up
check this shit out
[Slim Thug]
It's Slim T-H-U-G, about to wreck Big Pic
Fuck you and everybody, that you down with
You try to talk that hard shit, like
ringin'
System up loud, in the car
In the car
Alright, NO!
Round the town, still WHIPPIN'
WHIPPIN', WHIPPIN', WHIPPIN'
Feel like Slim Thug
Still Tippin',
chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security
Out in Texas swangin
Like I'm slim thug
She give me head like she from Cambridge
She don't need no love
They gangsta till they see the cannon
I don't
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
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
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vittadini summer gear, she push
thugged out no good baby
Check it
When I come in the place excitement
Like plain watched took the Jacob and iced it
Blaine E coming through in
[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
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 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 Presidential
you bumped into the whole screwed up click
And gave every member in the group a hug
Even messed with my boy Slim Thug
He pulled up you had a heart
bra, an we gonna ride bra, see nobody be here beside us so go
ahead an fire it up, now you can tell I'm a thug when I want in the
club, no need to mug,
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
know that thugs need love
Feeling so down casted
Ugh
Feeling so out casted
Ugh
I’m a thug yeah baby
I’m a hustler baby
Stay focus till I reach to the top
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