Thug Life (feat. Lil Dude & Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

Lyrics

Yeah, I got ice on me, I got money on me
 I got them bitches on me, I got designer on me
 Got my gun on me, I got drugs on me
 Dope man, dope man, I bet the plug know me
 I been juggin', trappin', all damn night
 I been flippin', cappin', get my sack right
 Bust down, yeah, nigga, flood this shit with ice
 In the streets ain't nothin' nice, I'm livin' the thug life, nigga
 Yeah, nigga, thug life like I'm 2Pac
 I'm strapped like a soldier in my Reeboks
 Too many drugs, I need me a detox
 One in the head, no safety, got to decock
 I'm rockin' Louis V with peacock
 Rollie, AP, Hublot, got three clocks
 The VVS diamonds, they look like bombs
 Made the pack touch down like I'm Randy Moss
 I'm drinkin' that raw in my G-Star
 Got killers with me that'll knock you off
 Bad bitch with me, she comin' from Panama
 Dope dealer, nigga, not a panhandler
 Hold up, I'm finna pour me a Fanta up
 Stuff the Backwood every time that I'm rollin' up
 Iced up, strapped up, please do not run up
 I can't relate to these niggas like Gunna
 I do not know you niggas, I know numbers
 I know the plug, nigga, not the runners
 Thug life, got the block hot like the summer
 I fuck with the big slime, nigga, anaconda
 Fuckin' your bitch, I forgot to use a condom
 Ooh, I can't see these niggas, Stevie Wonder
 Cold hearted nigga with the heater on me
 They locked up my niggas, free the homies
 Yeah, I got ice on me, I got money on me
 I got them bitches on me, I got designer on me
 Got my gun on me, I got drugs on me
 Dope man, dope man, I bet the plug know me
 I been juggin', trappin', all damn night
 I been flippin', cappin', get my sack right
 Bust down, yeah, nigga, flood this shit with ice
 In the streets ain't nothin' nice, I'm livin' the thug life, nigga
 I'm a thug, you a peon
 I got guns, try to run
 Hop out trucks with them sticks
 Let 'em go, just for fun
 I got the juice like Capri Sun
 I'm in the big leagues, these niggas D1
 Mix the Off White with Saint Laurent
 Ooh, and I came through with a big drum
 Hundred round drum, none less
 Mini Draco, it might make a mess
 Luciano, you ain't passed the test
 I know big homie, nigga, put your ass to rest
 Gelato gas, I don't rock with mid
 Put the stick on your big homie if he bullshit
 The shoot outs and bullshit, yeah, I be with it
 Draco Diablo, El Jefe in it
 Yeah, I got ice on me, I got money on me
 I got them bitches on me, I got designer on me
 Got my gun on me, I got drugs on me
 Dope man, dope man, I bet the plug know me
 I been juggin', trappin', all damn night
 I been flippin', cappin', get my sack right
 Bust down, yeah, nigga, flood this shit with ice
 In the streets ain't nothin' nice, I'm livin' the thug life, nigga
 

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Duration
02:53
Key
8
Tempo
126 BPM

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