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Thug Passion

 

Thug Passion

(album: Trap Art - 2021)


Free my Brudda out dat mutha fucka
Shut out my dawg yea dats my mud Brudda
I call em snupe cuz dats my lil Brudda
Any one of us snitch I want him dead
Fuck it, put uh price on his head
Yea it's a real reason I ain't dead

Shed tears for all my niggas but it's fuck who ever folded on me
Beefin wit my own homies 4 fuckin up da politic
I was just a young hooper dreamin of a scholarship
Turnt to a young shooter bussin at da opposite
Nor side ties how the fuck can I get rid of it
Niggas wanna see me die bitches wanna see me broke
But I can't go out like no hoe fulfilling my daughter dream
Dis is all I wanted in my life dis shit like make believe
Making money fuckin bad bitches is my only problem
Wanna hit da club wit all my niggas and pop a bottle
You got dat Champagne on rocks I'm sippin duse
Kno how to maintain my body my liver loose
You bet not fuck wit out no condom dat bitch a goose
I might just pull up in a phantom like pick a boo
I might just throw her 50 bands depending on my mood
I minus well crash da rarri and buy another coup
Bitch don't call me haiti babii dis dat murder mook
Call you a bitch like yo big Brudda dats why you mad
I got mo money den my OGs but I'm still humble
Act like you trippen boy I see dat shit on Facebook

I hope you make it out the hood just like I did
I hope good fortune I hope you is a real nigga
Be about that shit you rap about be true to you
Don't be telling lies when yo life is televised

Dat shit that chu throwing up in the club gone get chu killed
Throw yo body in a trunk smelling like some spoiled milk
It's a shit bag for every body thinking that they him
I'll pull up to yo hood on my own don't need no help
I'ma put Stockton on da map until my fuckin heart stop
Bitch I'm sticking to da code until my head meet a glock
Bitch it's feds on da block fo 50 bands he get popped
Gimmie da keys gimmie da weed gimmie da lean
You kno I'm passing out like what's that in yo cup

Aliza & Hennessy pouring Dom Perignon for the memories
Like this is all I wanted in my life this shit like make believe
Shedding all these tears for my niggas that folded on me
(What's that in yo cup)
Aliza & Hennessy pouring Dom Perignon for the memories
Like this is all I wanted in my life this shit like make believe
Shedding all these tears for my niggas that folded on me

Shed tears for all my niggas
Shed tears for all my niggas but it's fuck whoever folded on me

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