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    "Thug World" Lyrics


    What?! Let's Go, lets ride
    Fuck wrong with this nigga?
    Fuck this nigga tryin ta do somethin?
    Gimme the motherfuckin keys, let's go
    Got this nigga right, y'all mothafuckaz ready to ride
    We gonna take this bitch downtown
    By 7 mile west to east, pull up to the club
    Park this bitch on the curb, its like

    UH, another day another hit
    I'm on some other shit
    Um, stay up off my maw buckin dick

    Too, if you got issues with me, don't make me diss you
    Tell yo bitch to come here, I like what her lips do
    Gangsta mental, never sentimental
    Hollar out the window bitch what you tryin ta get into
    I got minimal love for women who fuck
    Ride wit me tonight, bitch and hit me when ya grow up
    Suckas lookin at me mean, cause my shit clean
    I'm sick a this scene, but not sick a gettin me screens
    Its in my blood now, sex money and drugs now
    Its fucked up now, the world is run by thugs now

    HO! HO! HO!
    Its fucked up "Its fucked up"
    The world is run by thugs now
    HO! HO! HO!
    We like what now? "WHAT?!"
    The world is run by thugs now

    Aw shit the nights young, disciples done
    Might as well clear out, the cops might come
    Fuckin blue lights, with the red in em
    The shit we do at night? Cops say fuck it cause we done
    scared em
    How they expect us to ride, turn this thug shit off in
    known light
    Jeckyl and Hyde shit for the rest of my life
    I'mma be reckless and high, check the eyes
    Better be some bitches on the set when we arrive
    Quick to say this party dead, too many hard days
    The only thing that starts is a carnival of carnage
    And I just came to gain, see what this hoes talkin bout
    Get into a gang a thangs
    y'all suckas ain't sayin shit can't see me
    Who you talkin to? Don't let me hafta buck at you
    Break somethin off in you

    I'm down for that Detroit dogshit
    We could destroy all this if you call it
    y'all talk shit I'm walkin c'mon


    I'm worth bout 10 in the industry 20 mil in the streets
    That Natas nigga with the hottest product dealin the sweets
    We make ya head hurt when he network this punk
    Mastamind and I pledge to kick this bitch on junk
    The party don't start without me don't diss or doubt me
    When I'm in the house its all about me, mothafucka
    Put my shit on the curb, when I finish the swerve
    Hop out bumpin that Natas shit ya heard
    We make it sound like the ground might break
    We get down like the biggest niggas holdin down weight
    Its a duty to me I raise my right hand and truly believe
    Nothin but that wicked shit rule the streets

    This song was submitted on October 25th, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Gary N Reed, Scott Santos.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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