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We're not against rap, we're not against rappers But we are against those thugs I got money to make, I got hoes to fuck I got weed to smoke, I got bottles to bust Yeah, I know tippa come for us When you a nigga that don't give a mothafuck Yeah I come from the hood, yeah I used to move birds Yeah I got me a slab and yeah I sip on that syrup Yeah my last name thug, I make it rain in em clubs And keep a bunch of bad bitches that stay ready to fuck Keep new J's on my toes, keep a Rollie that's gold Keep that Desert E on me just in case a nigga get bold State smoking exotic, roll with some niggas that's bout it That'd chop up yo body, if anybody get bodied Yeah nigga to try me or I do you myself Pussy niggas like to sueing, call police for help I get high everyday, I remember it myself Its fucked up, its true, but this what thugs do But this what thugs do But this what thugs do I got bitches to break, I got licks to hit I got outta time connects on bricks and shit I ain't got time to chill, these bills comin' too quick SongtexteI'm tryna get some mo' meals I ain't through getting rich Got bitches tryna [?] me, got haters tryna jack me I got AK's for days, making sure they don't catch me Feds at my crib, tryna see how I live I just filed child support and I don't know who they is People asking for money like I ain't work for the shit Then they call a nigga selfish like they work for this shit That's why I roll solo, it be yo friends that get ya Giving niggas the world, they still stop fucking with ya Back when they get they own, they nowhere in the picture Turned yo back and braat, them shells gon' hit ya Its either kill or be killed, mane ain't nothing new Its fucked up and true But this what thugs do But its what thugs do But its what thugs do Aus Songtexte Mania