Lyrics:
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
I'm in love (I think)
But I'm still a thug (but I'm still a thug)
It's hard to trust (it's hard)
We've been through too much shit (huh?)
We can't
sacrificed the thug life
Diamonds shining ain't no dull life
Drop my top to get my mind right
Pull up in the 'Rari, loud pipes
Bitch I'm the don, my wrist
to jack
He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot
Like a motherfucking thug disease
Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey
a lil' nothin'
As I showcase my skills for real
[Hook x2]
There's a party over here, a party over there
A party everywhere...put ya hands up
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
Stay the fuck out my business you niggas be nosy
I stay with my brother just like Zack and Cody
I trap out the lobby just like Mr. Mosbey
Got
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
to the bone,
thug it to the bone, thug it to the bone, thug it to the bone. 2x
Verse 1: [Lil Scrappy]
Ay shawty gangsta a** hell,so i cant leave her.
Her mouth
a millionaire be a be a millionaire (Lil mama come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire (Come
[Mr. Lil One]
Homicide carrols unloadin from these barrels
'Mr. Rap Devil' still got the bow and arrows
Havok to the maggots turn the devil into a faggot
about my reputation
Across the nation, "Mr. I get around"
My temptation got me drippin' wet, perspiration
I'm activated by the moves you makin'
Baby,
on my crew
I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
So God please have a lil' mercy
to tha West
Well, Lyssa Brisna, in San Francisca
The cute lil sista, with the fever blista
Said that I dissed her, 'cause I wouldn't kiss her
But I got
now, well, I don't believe in God, thug
Oh, you Muslim? No, I'm real
Heard 'bout your beef in your city
Don't even worry, got some lil' niggas who
you fake thugs think about is grills and gold,
And pressin' these doors
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
I'ma pimp, I spend my time makin' these hoes
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
hit thug i got some papers
We got henny by the gallon that shit regulation
God woke us up this morning so we celebrated
I feel like teezy all a nigga do
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
A nobody and quietly grew into "Dee Wit the Gas"
At first I lacked hustle as told by my dad
But I seen that lil money and start learning fast
Dis Dat Phat
And I couldn't sell out my ci-ty,
Murder now to come up, move,
Bone'll be bringin' that city, wit me pin me,
Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't
Yeah, we got Khaled, the billi', Mr. Billi', yeah
DJ Khaled
I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved (tryna love you like you 'posed to be
of funds (At all)
I could get paid by the end of the month, rather get paid doing drills when I want
Back out put the beam out in public (Baow)
I'm a thug
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