Lyrics:
payin' for the good life
Kids on the YouTube learnin' how to be cool
Livin' in a cruel world, it pays to be a mean girl
That's us, that's right
Gotta love
smoke over and over again, God, forgive me
'Cause I'm a young thug with tattoos in my skin
Four hundred thousand dolla Benz with my name on my rims
And I get so much head up in H-Town nightclubs
I guess I can honestly say that life sucks
Crib was a mil, that's what it costed
My girl from London
smoke over and over again, God, forgive me
'Cause I'm a young thug with tattoos in my skin
Four hundred thousand dolla Benz with my name on my rims
the live the short
Plan and both courts and hustles
With all source drunk
Grindings game is also sourcetruth thugs
Puertoricans on their stupid nug
Think up
cigani, za dva dima da zapali
Pa na asfaltu se kali, svima ostalima vari
Ja san pravi reper, živim life thug
Pucan drive-by dok sa pičke ližen šlag
Iman
shone stampy, rollin' with
Motha fuckas just doin the damn thing, livin' life too fast to
Catch it but got it mastered, down, now get mad and lash out,
young thug
but plese let my baby boy play in the mud
play in the sun
please let him have some fun
don't wet the sidewalk walk that he walk
somethin', before my shots'll start pumpin'
6-3 Thug, blow a nigga like drought
Some say my lifestyle, need to be change
Scramble and foul, two hundred
holla 'Boosie'
this life a nigga livin
like I'm starring in a movie
fresh out the jacuzzi
a little powder on my chest
got thirty on my neck
turkey mell
and Swishers delivered to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck
Livin' lavish, every call beckoned on
I'm the big Full Clip and bitches all
Didn't seem to phase him as he chuckled
And told his mama to turn the page.
(chorus) junkyard jesus did you well.
Livin' by the junkyard there's always
lame lines, end up in homicides
Are you livin' ya life or you tryna live another
You flexin' or keepin' ya income undercover
You callin em ya niggaz
all they are dead
I get mad I see red, livin' life, gettin' bread
Gettin' pussy, fuck the opinions of pussies I said
Real niggas on top, free Run from
Livin' by my quotes, Lord I miss my boy
Why he do him like that at his own store?
I pray for his girl, I pray for this world
Shit fucked up out here, ayy
Unlawful marriages, miscarriages, savages livin fabulous
Buildin drug palaces, players play 'til that day of repentance
A one way entrance, a death or life
a vengeance
My life behind these bars care less
How you judge the sentence
Blowin' weed to the sky
That's a thugs repentance
Blood on the hundreds and dubs that
the shit, but I got more in my mind!
If you heard that green and yellow cd
You bout love a lil nigga!
You a girl, in this thug world
You might wanna fuck
Home girl, I gotta say
Who pays the bills, the deals and
All the bad news?
Life is nice
Livin' in luxury
Is this the way it's gotta be?
Fact is
livin',
And anybody else that died in the struggle,
And anybody else behind bars cause they hustle.
[Chorus: x2]
I'm doin this one for the thugs
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