Tabernacle

(الألبوم: 1017 Thug - 2013)

Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches
I don't need no bitch, I'mma still get all my riches
I'm with these Cs, firing shots out to Glizzy
I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
Like whoa, whoa, whoa, live from the tabernacle
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, live from the tabernacle
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm live from the tabernacle
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm live from the tabernacle

Young Thug, got plenty drugs
I'm friendly but I mean mug
I'm with my crew, we'll fuck you up
Can't keep me in trouble
I'm up in Las Vegas, I need hoes, gotta call her double
All my young niggas shit, they're falling off fast, yes sir I love her
Act like we on the move, and knock on the money, yes sir I'm a cover
Yes you make her shoes, bitch you know their custom
Thugger, thugger, baby
T-H-U-G-G-E-R, kiss a nigga bitch perfect, no CPR
Old hundreds all up on me, DVR
Bitch seen them bands less, A-J-A-R

Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches
I don't need no bitch, I'mma still get all my riches
I'm with these Cs, firing shots out to Glizzy
I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
Like whoa, whoa, whoa, live from the tabernacle
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, live from the tabernacle
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm live from the tabernacle
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm live from the tabernacle

We don't shoot buckshot, we like them slugs
Everybody die tonight, bitch except for us
And you know I'm not a Crip
But I gave that bitch a C to suck my cock
You know when I'm mad it's a [?] line for your bitch today
But, 40 extendo needs skinny jeans, no bitch and little body
My all out players say if you play leave more stains than the OJ murder scene
Pulling up extra clean
I can't do no tug of war little nigga, you not in my league
There is no comparison, you a real rat like master splinter
Burrrrrr, I'm not Gucci, burrrr, burrrr, burrrrrr, burrrrrr
That's the sound of my trunk, I got birds inside of there, yeah

Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches
I don't need no bitch, I'mma still get all my riches
I'm with these Cs, firing shots out to Glizzy
I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
Like whoa, whoa, whoa, live from the tabernacle
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, live from the tabernacle
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm live from the tabernacle
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm live from the tabernacle