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letra de listen'n to thugger - phil walker

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[verse 1]
who the f-ck like being sober
i popped a cet all up in that range rover
i took yo’ b-tch and then i exposed her
i ain’t even know her
the b-tch let me scold her
now she all over my shoulder
i just made a ticket
all i did was listen
i don’t care how you had to get it
you do not have the vision
i’m a harlem n-gg- kicking it
and i got xans just ask for the ticket
i don’t pop the sticks
matter fact i just quit them sh-ts
that’s none of ya business tho

[hook]
i’m riding round listening to thugga
not even rich and the b-tches they love us
harlem n-gg- and i’m smooth like i’m b-tta
harlem n-gg- and i’m bool b-mping thugga
i dont make the f-cking rules, i don’t wanna
let her go, she gone choose who she wanna
product all in my environment aye
all of my thugs keep on firing aye
none of my plugs is retiring aye
bag up that work off of eye’n it aye
riding round listening to thugga
not even rich and the b-tches they love us
harlem n-gg- and i’m smooth like i’m b-tta
harlem n-gg- and i’m bool b-mping thugga
[verse 2]
i don’t care what’s ya occupation
toat that thing, hearts start racing
that angle adjacent i count that cash
that’s all i’m chasing
yo b-tch a replacement
took a break who i’m dating
i strapped up & i blazed it
no honeymoons in vegas
took a break
(whew) x3
and i’m back at again
toast the l automatic a win
f-cking dymes automatic a 10
changing shots automatic for them
out the way i don’t care who i hit
not today only brown what i sip
you gone hate but i can’t wait to click
(whew)
click it up, click it up
hit all the licks
dimes size of dixie cups
how you gone pitty us
man the city’s us
n-gg-s don’t fold under pressure
that heater press n-gg-s
cold, heater test n-gg-s
coming up short
and that heater stretch n-gg-s
you talk to police and he arrest n-gg-s
f-ck out my face i don’t talk to the witnesses
i don’t f-ck with the witnesses
or that n-gg- on the block
always asking where b-tches is
how u that n-gg- and ask where the b-tches is
didn’t put in, ask where the swisher is
this & that designer
thought you were getting it
rock him right to sleep finesse his dividends
all my n-gg-s eat, they plates i’m fixing it
it’s about to be my year i feel this sh-t

[hook]
i’m riding round listening to thugga
not even rich and the b-tches they love us
harlem n-gg- and i’m smooth like i’m b-tta
harlem n-gg- and i’m bool b-mping thugga
i dont make the f-cking rules, i don’t wanna
let her go, she gone choose who she wanna
product all in my environment aye
all of my thugs keep on firing aye
none of my plugs is retiring aye
bag up that work off of eye’n it aye
riding round listening to thugga
not even rich and the b-tches they love us
harlem n-gg- and i’m smooth like i’m b-tta
harlem n-gg- and i’m bool b-mping thugga

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