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"Somebody warn the west, nigga ain't runnin" "Somebody, nigga ain't runnin no more" "The Legend of Nigga in color, rated PG Parental guidance suggested" Uh, yeah, fo' sho' Niggas be comin at me like, "Yo, yo Fred man You a real nigga, dawg", yes baby, real nigga (Real nigga) I be like (From front to the back) "Respect man" (Respect) These fake niggas done lowered the bar, you know what I'm sayin'? Niggas be like "Fred, you ain't never lied" **** the rap shit, my gangsta been solidified Still do my business on the side B***h, 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 mother****er breathe Sit outside a busta crib and let that mother****er leave Walk his ass back in and put him on his mother****in' knees Thuggin', never takin' no for an answer Might just take a loss, but b***h, I’d rather take my chances This liquor got me lurkin' where you live at in the night time 59Fifty to the left, but I'm in my right mind Thuggin', pants gon' be saggin' til I'm 40 Still lyrically sharper than any short bus shawty Phonies ain't gon' throw me in this minstrel show These labels see how far up in they mouth my d**k can go So gon', 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 motha****a I'm thuggin' Selling you the science of the street rap Every mother****in' 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 **** about your feedback Critically acclaimed but that shit don't mean a thang When you rocking mics and stealing microwaves, cooking 'caine Never trickin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, b***h She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin' Squares need not apply, I'm so fly, might **** her cousin Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet d**k in your sweetheart Then get some groceries off my geeker EBT card Why the feds worried 'bout me clocking on this corner When there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona? B***h I'm thuggin', b***h And it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right Yeah, yeah, and it feels so good Uh, and it feels so right 'Cause motha****a I'm thuggin' "We’re not against rappin', we're against those thugs" Can't be legit when every nigga in your clique sold drugs Predicate felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me Teach a 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 would serve my own ****ing 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'd probably suck his d**k for it She turnt out so it ain't shit to turn a trick for it My uncle last b***h put him on the glass d**k 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', huh 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 motha****a I'm thuggin, b***h "What type of shit is this" "You got all these dumbass niggas scared of you around here?" "Just tryin' to make a fool out of me or somethin'?" "Aye, fool, look at this damn fool in here!" "Shit!"
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