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Yeah
Thugger Thugger
Got my broadie London in this mothafucker man
I’m tell ya this beat, hard, this one hard as fuck, listen bro
I go up up and away
And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
Plus I’m the realest nigga inside the A
And them boys in Atlanta they don’t play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family nigga
Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
Fuck nigga tripping I get prison and fuck your father up
Imma tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I’m doing numbers
I got bands in the bando
And I’m meeting David Banner
And I’m smoking on cabana
Leanin movin slow as grandma
Motor runnin, spit them commas, now it's thunder Count a hundred on a hunnid more that’s hunger
Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I’m hungry
Young Thugger got the munchies
All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon
Yeah my crew made em sick and they can vomit
Pussy nigga know they can vomit
I’m growing green me and (?) no pink
I’m chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly
And them boys in Atlanta they don’t play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family nigga
Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
Fuck nigga tripping I get prison and fuck your father up
Imma tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I’m doing numbers
Imma tell em one time
I can read your mind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, bitch gon' run
Brand new (?)
You's a busta, mothafucka rhymes
No Sticky fingers, no porcupine
Genius ?
Wait, let me pick up his remains
Let them gators get their prey
Hold up hold up, wait
And them boys in Atlanta they don’t play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family nigga
Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
Fuck nigga tripping I get prison and fuck your father up
Imma tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I’m doing numbers
Thugger Thugger
Got my broadie London in this mothafucker man
I’m tell ya this beat, hard, this one hard as fuck, listen bro
I go up up and away
And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
Plus I’m the realest nigga inside the A
And them boys in Atlanta they don’t play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family nigga
Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
Fuck nigga tripping I get prison and fuck your father up
Imma tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I’m doing numbers
I got bands in the bando
And I’m meeting David Banner
And I’m smoking on cabana
Leanin movin slow as grandma
Motor runnin, spit them commas, now it's thunder Count a hundred on a hunnid more that’s hunger
Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I’m hungry
Young Thugger got the munchies
All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon
Yeah my crew made em sick and they can vomit
Pussy nigga know they can vomit
I’m growing green me and (?) no pink
I’m chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly
And them boys in Atlanta they don’t play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family nigga
Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
Fuck nigga tripping I get prison and fuck your father up
Imma tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I’m doing numbers
Imma tell em one time
I can read your mind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, bitch gon' run
Brand new (?)
You's a busta, mothafucka rhymes
No Sticky fingers, no porcupine
Genius ?
Wait, let me pick up his remains
Let them gators get their prey
Hold up hold up, wait
And them boys in Atlanta they don’t play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family nigga
Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
Fuck nigga tripping I get prison and fuck your father up
Imma tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I’m doing numbers
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