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Fabolous - Gotta Be Thug Şarkı Sözleri
yo, fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it niggas can´t tell me nothin´ dun, the 5 is kitted for dead presidents any cat alive can get it i walk around covered in ice like i survived a blizzard got enough chips to bribe you wit´ it pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted i´m the type that gets tried and aquitted if my vibes ain´t wit´ it i pull the four-five and spit it then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted i got niggas on my side comitted to leave you and the driver splitted with your brain spilled inside your fitted fabolous, the only way to i.d. him is in a five bm puffin´ sticky green ´till my eyes be slim operate with more chips than ibm fuck with me and make the news at five pm. chorus - if ya´ll see me gettin´ locked it gotta be drugs if ya´ll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs if i´m givin´ somethin´ to haters it gotta be slugs if it´s one thing it´s gotta be it´s gotta be thug no info, i´m i´m leakin´ it gotta be blood if my earlobes are hangin´, it gotta be studs if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love if it´s one thing it´s gotta be, it´s gotta be thug. [fabolous] niggas don´t wanna play around, they see how calm i do things swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames flex play my joints, drop bombs like hussien catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain i got coke in every part of brooknam that you name niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change end up havin´ to move they moms to ukraine get adt alarms and new names come in the club, under each arm is two dames buyin´ bottles of dom with my loose change niggas hate me now ´cause i catch the eyes of dimes flooded the hood with tre´s the size of dimes ride through the hood with chrome pokin´ off the wheels i´m in the game tryin´ to get broken off with mils shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin´ off the steel niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill. chorus - [fabolous] i´m ready to address the haters and underestimaters hop in the truck, ride up on ya´ll like escalators hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators bed ridden talkin´ to investigators now these ladies will do anything just to date us ´cause we skate around on ice like escapaders dressed in gators, in peace i´m restin´ haters when police come for me, fly west to vegas ridin´ or dyin´, niggas know i´m ridin´ with iron smoke compartment in the dash that i´m hidin´ the lye in my pockets is fat, ya´ll accounts is on slim fast i´m twenty, with twenty´s on a m-class just gimmie head it won´t sweat your hairdo out we ain´t tryin´ to hear you out we tryin´ to air you out make ya´ll run to the stores and clear clue out ´bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out what nigga.... chorus |
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