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  • şuana kadar başlığı açılmamış olması ilginç olan madlib & freddie gibbs çalışması.

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    (somebody warn the west, nigga ain't runnin
    somebody wa- nigga ain't runnin no more
    the legend of nigga in color, rated pg
    parental guidance suggested)

    uh...yeah..fa sho'
    niggas be comin at me like
    "yo, yo fred man... you a real nigga, dawg", yes baby
    real nigga (real nigga)
    i be like (from front to the back), "respect man"
    (respect) these fake niggas done lowered the bar, ynahmsayin?)

    niggas be like "fred, you ain't never lied"
    fuck the rap shit, my gangsta been solidified
    still do my business on the side
    bitch, if you polices, then pay me no nevermind
    i was thuggin' - black and red laces in my number threes
    take a pull up off the wood and let that motherfucker breathe
    sit outside a busta crib and let that motherfucker leave
    walk his ass back in and put him on his motherfuckin' knees
    thuggin' - never takin' no for an answer
    might just take a loss, but bitch, i’d rather take my chances
    this liquor got me lurkin' where you live at in the night time
    59fifty to the left, but ı'm in my right mind
    thuggin' - pants gon' be saggin' til i'm 40
    still lyrically sharper than any short bus shawty
    phonies ain't gon' throw me in this minstrel show
    these labels see how far up in they mouth my dick can go
    so go'n and, choke on this meat, throw my song on repeat
    might move away one day, but i'm always gon' belong to the streets

    i'm straight thuggin' uh
    and it feels so good, uh and it feels so right uh
    and it feels so good, and it feels so right
    cause mothafucka i'm thuggin'

    selling you the science of the street rap
    every motherfuckin' show i do is off the meat rack
    i done been to jail and did my best not to repeat that
    ı’m tryin to feed my family, give a fuck about your feedback
    critically acclaimed, but that shit don't mean a thang
    when you rocking mics and stealing microwaves, cooking 'caine
    never trippin' on a dame, i'm too cold for you broke hoes
    don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, bitch
    she let me hit it cause i'm thuggin'
    squares need not apply, i'm so fly i might fuck her cousin
    swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in your sweetheart
    then get some groceries off my geeker ebt card
    why the feds worried 'bout me clocking on this corner
    when there's politicians out here getting popped in arizona?

    bitch i'm thuggin'
    and it feels so good,uh and it feels so right yeah,yeah
    and it feels so good, uh and it feels so right
    cause mothafucka ı'm thuggin'

    "we’re not against rap, but we're against those thugs"
    can't be legit when every nigga in your clique sold drugs
    predicate felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me
    teach a kid at the crib or your children might cop an ounce from me
    and smoke out in the chevy with us
    cause in the past, my low-class black ass would serve my own fucking family members
    i hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet
    ıf she don't cop from me, she get it from a nigga up the street
    cause he thuggin'
    and yo, she'd probably suck his dick for it
    she turnt out so it ain't shit to turn a trick for it
    my uncle last bitch put him on the glass dick
    tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted
    i live on borrowed time, my expiration date i passed it
    so lock me up forever, but this shit is everlastin'

    i'm thuggin'
    and it feels so good uh, and it feels so right uh
    and it feels so good uh, and it feels so right
    cause mothafucka i'm thuggin
  • trae tha truth üstadın tha truth, pt. 3 adlı albümünden young thug ve skippa da flippa destekli başarılı çalışması.

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