letra de imma thug pt.3 - lil steamer (meme)
[intro]
producer
[verse]
aye, who else you know ’bout me?
you know i’m a demon in these streets, you know imma thug pt.3
you know who else makin’ imma thug pt.2 and then gettin’ 1000 more streams than you
who else really thuggin’ and got a choppa, he’ll bust right at you?
who else readin’ jeff kinney novels like it’s a f-ckin’ bible?
who else readin’ f-cking captain underpants like it’s a f-ckin’ bible?
who else readin’ diap- super diaper baby and underwear dog like a f-ckin’ bible?
who elsе really f-ckin’ b-tches like a black disciplе, b-tch, i’m not even a black disciple, i’m a motherf-ckin’ steamer gang disciple
i’m really gon’ spin on you ’cause imma thug, i’m really gon’ spit on you ’cause i’m spittin’ everywhere when i’m rappin’
i’m really takin’ a cr-p, boy, i’m cr-ppin’
you know ’bout me, i stay rappin’, you ’bout me-
i f-ckin’ stay p–pin’
my zaza smell like poo, that’s why everybody say i stink but i’m high as a b-tch every f-ckin’ day
boy, i get zero play, i said that already
but i get no girls
but i still f-ck on b-tches, i don’t even give a sh-t about n0body, i’m mindin’ my business
but shoutout prod. producer ’cause he all up in my business we make farta2sharta in like 4 f-ckin’ days and we still out here gettin’ active in these streets
we still out here f-ckin’ k!llin’ people, i got like 40 f-ckin’ bodies in like 30 songs
b-tch, i’m really a thug, i’m really a f-ckin’ beast, i’m really a thug in these streets
i really got a f-ckin’ choppa in my lap and i’ll blow ’em to smithereens if you play with me
i got cocaine, lsd, acid, f-ckin’ ass-shjt in my f-ckin’ pantry, boy, i’m really movin’ loads
i’m really k!llin’ opps, i’m really sellin’ drugs
i’m really steppin’ on bugs, even though i’m scared of bugs, i’m really f-ckin’-
i don’t even give a sh-t no more, if i see a hot woman out in public i’m pullin’ my pants down and i’m startin’ to tug
you thing i give a sh-t?
h-ll nah, i ain’t never gave a f-ck, b-tch, i could go to jail and imma still thug
i’m still gonna start thuggin’
the f-ckin’ prison guards hate ’cause i’m still thuggin’ in jail
they can’t do nothin’ to stop me, i’m like el chapo, i escaped jail
boy, you know ’bout me, i’m slower than a snail but my rap game faster than f-ckin’ usain bolt
shoutout my boy i don’t even know who plays for the indianapolis colts but i’m still gonna go off
i’m still gonna john roff, you don’t even know who that is but shoutout that boy, he made my roof, he f-ckin’ finished the trap house
i’m really boutta finish the trap swaus, you know about me, imma f-ckin’ k!ll a opp
pop an opp like a pimple
imma shoot him in his dimples, it’s that simple, boy, shoutout my thugs, imma thug
[outro]
imma thug pt.3, you should know ’bout me
imma thug pt.3, drrrrrt, ba
gang, gang, gang
farta2sharta, hoe
gang
man, that sh-t went so hard, d-mn
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