Lyrics:
inside for you that's so great (oh yeah)
Now I may not go to church every Sunday but I always pray (oh-oh)
'Cause in the midst of this fame my life is
tomorrow, please
I should have known
By the way that you stared
Eying passes by
Like you're rich but life ain't fair
But you make my record skip
Make my
Okay, they lil' son get in the car
Daddy I want some chains like Boosie
Alright, now you hypnotized with hatred
Man I just gotta hit a lick
Would rob my plug but she pretty as a bitch
Hit her with this dick, watch her bless me for the zips
Lil Boosie, wipe me
the A
'Cause my lil ho out there a freak
I nutted all in her face
It be goin' down, goin' down in every town
Everything we doin' now you
Know it get around
Goin'
Balenciaga
I went and put my mans on
I wake up, grab my gun
Before I even put my pants on
This that thug life
Yeah, this that thug life
This that thug life
put em in the Truck
Have You Smoking like purp
Get hit it this Lil pump (Bow)
You can catch a fade just like Lil boosie
Play dirty Get hit wit dis uzi
in every hood (whoo) dats what they like
Dey like lil boosie spit dat real shit
Dats what they like
[Chorus:]
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
Sharptown Houston Texas, I affiliated 5 9
You just started saying slime, funk you not my kind
Syrup in a baby bottle, lemon pepper uber eats
Sweated by yo
cold
In the streets give me motherfuckin' peace
I got nothing to lose
And something to prove
What do I do live Thug Life nigga stay true
I
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
but jit act grown
Thug niggas don't live that long
VERSE 1
In the city where the beef don't die
Don't be the nigga that don't keep no fire
Enemies
question what I say 'cause I'm a ladies pimp
See this little one right here this fellow got stripes
And I's gon' repesent, Marrero for life
Money in my
Heffey:
"I'm in the booth right now, bitch!"
Heffey: "Hmm? Huh?!"
Heffey: "They hating!"
Juice: "Lil bitch!"
Run up them bands
Count up that cash
Run
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love
borrow choke the fifth you're
Bones saggin I'm tryin to see what's happenin lil mama what's crackin
I ain't with all the yappin and bumpin the gums jump in
my side
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies
They're
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
Back in high school, Tamika was the sweetest, the bomb
Hot to death, though in tenth grade a teenage mom
Knocked up by some thug named Russ in
a thug nigga)
And I know I can be a lil toxic sometime
But, bet my toxicness making you love right
Mama told me I approve, tryna tryna find the wife in you
Temperatures rises, niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats, niggas shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face
sweatin shakin in my draws wonderin is dat a sign of a call from the big dawg
REPEAT COURSE
VERSE 3 BOOSIE:
My next dream i was on a island playin
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
but he had a touch of class and a million buck smile
Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug
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