Lyrics:
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
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,
to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?
[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those
for my lil' cousin
With that shit in his blood, uh
Know he feel like nobody love him
But I got you thug
Nights on my own , shit getting colder
Got
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
that, I pull up
You need some love, I shot sum'
Stay with him, or leave with me
I see ya caught up in something
That you don't really want to be in
represent first
[Mr. G-stacka] My first born, my baby daughter, lil' Tia Webster
You know Daddy love you baby
[Big Pimp] Yeah, you know I'mma pimp so, got
With my hood on and my windows down
Ask your girl I'm the realest nigga she been around
When I pull up in something new and park it by the haters
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 little thug.
You can find
don't wanna wake. I'm a fein for the love we make. Thug Princessess don't grow on trees they grow on section 8. You done better your love from a Thug
time
With my bone thug love
I'ma always get mine
And I mean that,
Gotta have that,
Paper paper,
Money money,
Money, money
Money ain't a thing,
(Intro)
Just show a little love
I just need a little love
Even thugs need love
Baby thugs need love (We do)
Even thugs need love (We do)
We just need
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
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
Babie I wanna be the one
Need me babie call on me, N not just for the fun
I’m the one you need , not just the one you love
Ima thug when I slide
she was taught by the devil
wasn't no thug when I met her but I seen it up in her
but she love my thug pleasures so I got me a winner
breakfast
What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson
You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons
Little
Try it before I buy it
Yeah they know me in the spot
I'm mr punch n slide
My runner boyfriend think we fucking but she just sliding by my side
Every
the thug
I'm thirsty, but I don't give a fuck
Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in love
I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack money
I ain't went
stop
Sideways in the drop, pour lean like bar
I must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over gray
While swinging wild like my name Roy
too late in the city
You got love for the squad
Or I ain't takin' you with me
Mr. Must Be Up To No Good
Blazin' those chimneys
Fuck around and move
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
there's no batteries in my back
I show you
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