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letra de thug lyfe - short dawg

rest in peace to my n-gg- mike cooper, you know what i mean?
4000 love my n-gg-

[hook]
i just wanna pour up, watch as the world slow up
hit the boulevard in cars with doors that go up
have a few menages a trois and call my loaks up
we’ll be living large in charge after i blow up

i pull up in that phantom sitting in the back like rolls up
rocking ralph lauren loafers, fresh out some foreign
these rappers getting over, really they suffer sofers
gr-ss cut for you cobras, acting as if i owe ya
i did it on my own to be you in like oprah
it’s all up in my soda, boy you just a poser
forever sipping syrup cause i’m loyal to my culture
and yeah i steal your girl she ain’t over cause i’m doper
flyer than a vulture, harder than a sculpture
nowadays rap got me autographing t-ts like a poster
used to smash rats, now my chicks meets like my moses
talking half filipino, other half latino
we sipping pino breeze or taking bubble baths in rio
tomorrow’s no guaranteed so the night was meant for us
and you can have whatever you like except for trust
it’s that thugh life, and i’m living by the oath
told her hoe i’m singing then i hit it like a note
i get behind her like an adlib, pin her over like she don’t have ribs
turn a n-gg- gar crib into my traphouse
i swear to god i’m living everything i rap about
i see gamble everyday, somebody crabs out
but still i’m tossing dice, dodging vice, whipping stacks out
got my plans mapped out, time to execute it
if you ain’t talking bout money, you gettin muted

[hook] x 2

it’s that thug life, catch me riding round town top down
screaming thug life, come on
everyday gettin faded up in brown with the thug life
young fresh lean, it’s hard for you, if you come test me
you know i keep that 45 everytime i’m sliding by

i check hoes like i check mikes,
my neck froze and the fist white
spent a month in vegas swear i saw my best nights
my chick was h-tting tricks like the bmx bike
and bringing back the ends like the repeat b-tton
make the haters understand why his piece be flooded
plus the freaks keep coming, tryina throw me s-x
cause i collect like 18 hunned when the dope fiends text
call me codeine fresh, i gotta lean heavy
but i swear i won’t see rest, until my team heavy
even haters know he mix like rl
my luggage louie i never check em like voice mail
yeah they wish i fail but i’m straight a’s
giuseppe boots or great jays, got baby mama drama
cause you n-gg-s soft as day day
you don’t know baby the holly what they say to me
pocket full of dead presidents, they bout to make a speech
you n-gg-s talk too much to learn something
the streets made me detour, trust me, my turn’s coming
no doubt queens define me, please don’t call my phone if it ain’t bout getting money
but since i’m quite on, even dyk-s bone, they smash the blackberry and iphone
or scream out they number like mike jones, that’s right holmes
i got the k on me like 1000 but i ain’t tryina make the gun pow

[hook]

- short dawg

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