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Thuggin'
Alex Goose
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Madlib
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Freddie Gibbs
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Uh, yeah, fo' sho'
Yo, yo, yo Fred man
You a real nigga, dawg
Yes baby
Real nigga, real nigga
Front to the back
Respect, nigga
Respect, nigga
These fake niggas is lower than boxers
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, never mind
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 nighttime
59-50 To the left, but I'm in my right mind
Thuggin', pants gon' be saggin' 'til I'm 40
Still lyrically sharper than these show-buss shorties
These phonies ain't gon' throw me in this minstrel show
These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick could go
So go on 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, yeah)
And it feels so good (Uh)
And it feels so right
'Cause motherfucker, I'm thuggin'
Sellin' 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
I'm tryin' to feed my family, give a fuck about your feedback
Critically acclaimed, but that shit don't mean a thing
When you rockin' mics and still the microwave's cookin' 'caine
Never trickin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes
Don't let the knob touch 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 Giga-EBT card
Why the feds worried 'bout me clockin' on this corner
When there's politicians out here gettin' popped in Arizona?
Bitch, I'm thuggin' (Bitch)
And it feels so good (Uh)
And it feels so right (Yeah, yeah, baby)
And it feels so good (Yeah)
And it feels so right
'Cause motherfucker, I'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
Spreadin' good fellas in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me
Teach your 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
Done served my own fuckin' family members
I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet
If she don't cop from me, she get it from a nigga up the street
'Cause he thuggin', and yo, she probably suck his dick for it
She turnt out, so wear that 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' (Uh)
And it feels so good (Uh)
And it feels so right (Uh, yeah)
And it feels so good (Uh)
And it feels so right
'Cause motherfucker, I'm thuggin', bitch
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