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letra de thug with me - tunde (uk)

[intro]
(diego)

[verse 1: tunde]
trap with me
worker weren’t around, had to vac-pack fiddy
hollywood in lambo’s, that’s trap pakz with me
he just came back from the mountains, akh that’s silly
thousand pounds on the reload, can’t chat to me
three hundred p’s on the plane, what you know about that
five hundred landed in a week, gang had to bounce back
really came up from the bottom just off a ounce crack
or hittin’ l!cks with my eagles, we the pounce pack
now it’s both pockets full, who would of ever thought that
if you ain’t made a m of juggin’ you can’t even talk trap
feds said i was in a audi shootin’ out a sportsback
with that g19, squeezin’ like a sports cap
[chorus: mozzy]
thug with me
shout out all my ugly b-tches, they in love with me
icetickle gang, that’s a easy buckfifty
b-tterfly settin’ on the wrist, hundiddy
titties on the ar, usually come with em’

[verse 2: mozzy]
squeeze til’ ain’t nothin’ in him
ducked off in the hills but we run the bitty
for that 20k a head, they gon’ come and get em’
be honest with yourself blood who f-ckin’ with me, 1 of 1
50k in both pockets, that’s a honey bun
forced to get it out the mud when i was bummin’ up
jumpin’ out with that cutter, we get to cuttin’ up
n-ggas ain’t cut like us, they theodorks
i wouldn’t even f-ck with lil bruh til’ i seen him score
ain’t lookin’ for no girlfriend, baby i need a wh0re
don’t worry bout’ the gleek on the table if it ain’t yours
on facetime with bruh in the celly, they uppin’ swords

[chorus: mozzy]
thug with me
shout out all my ugly b-tches, they in love with me
icetickle gang, that’s a easy buckfifty
b-tterfly settin’ on the wrist, hundiddy
titties on the ar, usually come with em’
shout out all my ugly b-tches, they in love with me
icetickle gang, that’s a easy buckfifty
b-tterfly settin’ on the wrist, hundiddy
titties on the ar, usually come with em’
[verse 3: tunde]
thug with me
they’re uppin’ swords, you can get yourself a buck fiddy
gettin’ slashed in the face is gettin’ whipped in my city
b-tterfly stitches won’t work, bro you must be silly
five in cheese for the steak, but we ain’t up in philly
slap it til’ it locks up
they was lackin’ in the whip until we popped up
we came from nothin’ so we hit the strip and shot grub
hgm to c-block, keep it real that’s why we got love

- tunde uk

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