Still Thuggish Ruggish Testo

Testo Still Thuggish Ruggish

Niggas stay hashed out, hashed out. Mash on these niggas ݦâ❬ Ý❠il we passed out, passed out. Laugh at these niggas ݦâ❬¦Ý¶ause we assed out, lets bow. These niggas smacked me in the fast lane, last thangs I need is enemies, is that fame? Well, that shit is lame, oh no. Original bang bang, gotta maintain the main thang, baby. Lately, always runnin?from ladies, ݦâ❬¦Ý¶ause no oneݦݠݯ thinkin?ݦâ❬¦Ý´out my babyݦݠݯ. Just maybe iݦݠ£l be lonely left, ݦâ❬¦Ý¶ause yݦݠâ❬¹ll gone crazy. Got everybody out here wonderin?if iݦݠݦ broke, I donݦݠݰ play that. And we pray, and we pray, let everybody say that, and you can do what the fuck you wanna do. Not like way back, hey, got mail from the payback, itݦݠݯ evil all around. Now, here we are, praise God, donݦݠݰ hold us down, praise God, donݦݠݰ hold us down, praise God, donݦݠݰ hold us down. If you got to get your clown on witݦݠï¢ŝha top down, when ya hear the cop sound, I gotta go punch ݦâ❬¦Ý¹m, calm down. And when youݦݠݮe in the club drunk, and you think you see a punk, he just might have a pump in the t
runk, and ready to fuck you up(up). You niggas canݦݠݰ get near me by not carryin?the load(load), as soon as you get babies, she canݦݠݰ wait to say, hello. These niggas think they Panthers, keep movin? go get some Pampers, any questions, get on your knees and get the answer. Evidently everyday.

Who the only nigga you know? Who the only nigga you know, thatݦݠݯ thuggish

ruggish? Ooh, ainݦݠݰ shit changed.

I still do the ditches with my song, still fuckin?with the lights on. Sit up, and real enough to look at the kids, and tell ݦâ❬¦Ý¹m, momma ainݦݠݰ with us, us, us, us ...

It wonݦݠݰ be easy, believe this. We were birth inside the fetus, ghetto mamas still caught up in ghetto drama, think of Columbine, pop pop, what if it happened to mine? Will I get paid and keep quiet, or say, fuck that! and start a riot? Niggas lyin?to me, demons keep flyin?to me, chuckin?many in the street, pimpin?me, fakin? lets make history. My people keep the flame in me, help me make this money, on my family, I can feel it, even if I died, burn me. They canݦݠݰ kill it if they wanted to, my spirits keep on hauntin?you. Canݦݠݰ wait ݦâ❬¦Ý¶ause iݦݠݦ the realest, I come with the wickedness, and pilliage the villiage. Stick with runaways, fuck these house niggas, and grab your crouch, nigga, you slouch, rat, mouse, niggas bounce, niggas bounce, niggas bounce!

Who the only nigga you know? Who the only nigga you know, thatݦݠݯ thuggish
ruggish? Ooh, ainݦݠݰ shit changed.

I still do the ditches with my song, still fuckin?with the lights on. Sit up, and real enough to look at the kids, and tell ݦâ❬¦Ý¹m, momma ainݦݠݰ with us, us, us, us ...

And my daddy, daddy, daddyݦݠݯ on the chain gang, tell ݦâ❬¦Ý¹m ݦâ❬¦Ý´out the gunline,
boss, the same thing. And I hope they took a good picture, somebodyݦݠݯ out to get ya. Lay me down, shitݦݠݯ gonna happen right up witݦݠï¢ŝha. Iݦݠݳe seen murder on the news, burnin? smellin?up the room. And the bang wonݦݠݰ let me sleep, I put in me latch, latched with a broom. Stredegize like, ahh, and it will materialize. Fantisize like, ahh, and never materialize. What am I, the dead weight? Itݦݠ£l be okay. Iݦݠݦ hopin?that choo choo ride out the real chance, real here. So, all my people with AIDs, we can sit down and play some spades, I ainݦݠݰ afraid to, to die, smoked with Eazy everyday.

Who the only nigga you know? Who the only nigga you know, thatݦݠݯ thuggish
ruggish? Ooh, ainݦݠݰ shit changed.

I still do the ditches with my song, still fuckin?with the lights on. Sit up, and real enough to look at the kiss, and tell ݦâ❬¦Ý¹m, mama ainݦݠݰ with us, us, us, us ...
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