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"Thug Lyfe"


[Verse 1:]
I just wanna pour up, watch as the world slow up,
Hit the boulevard in cars with doors that go up.
Have a few menages a trois and call my loaks up,
I pull up in that Phantom sitting in the back like rolls up
I can rap Lauren loafers, fresh out some foreign culture,
These rappers getting over, really they suffer sofers
Grass cut for you cobras, acting as if I owe ya
I did it on my own to be you in like Oprah.
It's all up in my soda, boy you just a poser
Forever sipping syrup cause I'm loyal to my culture.
And yeah I steal your girl she ain't over cause I'm doper
Flyer than a vulture, harder than a sculpture.
Nowadays rap got me autographing tits like a poster,
Used to smash rats, now my chicks meets like my moses
Talking half filipino, other half latino,
We sipping pino breeze or taking bubble baths in Rio.
Tomorrow's no guaranteed so tonight was meant for us
And you can have whatever you like except for trust.
It's that thugh life, and I'm living by the oath,
Told her hoe I'm singing then I hit it like a note.
I get behind her like an adlib, pin her over like she don't have ribs.
Turn a nigga gar crib into my traphouse,
I swear to God I'm living everything I rap about.
I see gamble everyday, somebody crabs out,
But still I'm tossing dice, dodging vice, whipping stacks out.
Got my plans mapped out, time to execute it,
If you ain't talking bout money, you gettin muted.

[Hook:]
I just wanna pour up, watch as the world slow up,
Hit the boulevard in cars with doors that go up.
Have a few menages a trois and call my loaks up,
We'll be living large in charge after I blow up.
I just wanna pour up, watch as the world slow up,
Hit the boulevard in cars with doors that go up.
Have a few menages a trois and call my loaks up,
We'll be living large in charge after I blow up,
It's the thug life.
It's that thug life, catch me riding round town top down
Screaming thug life, come on
Everyday gettin faded up in brown with the thug life
Young fresh lean, it's hard for you, if you come test me
You know I keep that 45 everytime I'm sliding by.

[Verse 2:]
I check hoes like I check mic's,
My neck froze and the fist white
Spent a month in Vegas swear I saw my best nights
My chick was hitting tricks like the BMX bike.
And bringing back the ends like the repeat button
Make the haters understand why his piece be flooded.
Plus the freaks keep coming, tryina throw me sex
Cause I collect like 18 hunned when the dope fiends text.
Call me codeine fresh, I gotta lean heavy,
But I swear I won't see rest, until my team heavy.
Even haters know he mix like rl
My luggage Louie I never check em like voice mail.
Yeah they wish I fail but I'm straight A's
Giuseppe boots or great jays, got baby mama drama
'Cause you niggas soft as day day
You don't know baby the holly what they say to me
Pocket full of dead presidents, they bout to make a speech.
You niggas talk too much to learn something
The streets made me detour, trust me, my turn's coming
No doubt, Gwen Stefani, please don't call my phone if it ain't bout getting money
But since I'm quite on, even dykes bone, they smash the blackberry and iPhone
Or scream out they number like mike jones, that's right holmes
I got the K on me like 1000 but I ain't tryina make the gun pow.

[Hook:]
I just wanna pour up, watch as the world slow up,
Hit the boulevard in cars with doors that go up.
Have a few menages a trois and call my loaks up,
We'll be living large in charge after I blow up.
I just wanna pour up, watch as the world slow up,
Hit the boulevard in cars with doors that go up.
Have a few menages a trois and call my loaks up,
We'll be living large in charge after I blow up,
It's the thug life.
It's that thug life, catch me riding round town top down
Screaming thug life, come on
Everyday gettin faded up in brown with the thug life
Young fresh lean, it's hard for you, if you come test me
You know I keep that 45 everytime I'm sliding by.

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