Rest in peace to my nigga Mike Cooper, you know what I mean?
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4000 love my nigga
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[Hook]
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I just wanna pour up, watch as the world slow up
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Hit the boulevard in cars with doors that go up
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Have a few menages a trois and call my loaks up
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We¡¯ll be living large in charge after I blow up
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I pull up in that Phantom sitting in the back like rolls up
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Rocking Ralph Lauren loafers, fresh out some foreign
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These rappers getting over, really they suffer sofers
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Grass cut for you cobras, acting as if I owe ya
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I did it on my own to be you in like Oprah
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It¡¯s all up in my soda, boy you just a poser
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Forever sipping syrup cause I¡¯m loyal to my culture
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And yeah I steal your girl she ain¡¯t over cause I¡¯m doper
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Flyer than a vulture, harder than a sculpture
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Nowadays rap got me autographing tits like a poster
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Used to smash rats, now my chicks meets like my moses
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Talking half filipino, other half latino
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We sipping pino breeze or taking bubble baths in Rio
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Tomorrow¡¯s no guaranteed so the night was meant for us
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And you can have whatever you like except for trust
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It¡¯s that thugh life, and I¡¯m living by the oath
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Told her hoe I¡¯m singing then I hit it like a note
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I get behind her like an adlib, pin her over like she don¡¯t have ribs
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Turn a nigga gar crib into my traphouse
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I swear to god I¡¯m living everything I rap about
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I see gamble everyday, somebody crabs out
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But still I¡¯m tossing dice, dodging vice, whipping stacks out
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Got my plans mapped out, time to execute it
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If you ain¡¯t talking bout money, you gettin muted
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[Hook] x 2
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It¡¯s that thug life, catch me riding round town top down
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Screaming thug life, come on
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Everyday gettin faded up in brown with the thug life
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Young fresh lean, it¡¯s hard for you, if you come test me
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You know I keep that 45 everytime I¡¯m sliding by
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I check hoes like I check mikes,
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My neck froze and the fist white
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Spent a month in Vegas swear I saw my best nights
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My chick was hitting tricks like the BMX bike
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And bringing back the ends like the repeat button
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Make the haters understand why his piece be flooded
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Plus the freaks keep coming, tryina throw me sex
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Cause I collect like 18 hunned when the dope fiends text
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Call me codeine fresh, I gotta lean heavy
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But I swear I won¡¯t see rest, until my team heavy
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even haters know he mix like rl
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My luggage Louie I never check em like voice mail
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Yeah they wish I fail but I¡¯m straight A¡¯s
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Giuseppe boots or great jays, got baby mama drama
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cause you niggas soft as day day
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You don¡¯t know baby the holly what they say to me
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pocket full of dead presidents, they bout to make a speech
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You niggas talk too much to learn something
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The streets made me detour, trust me, my turn¡¯s coming
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No doubt queens define me, please don¡¯t call my phone if it ain¡¯t bout getting money
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but since I¡¯m quite on, even dykes bone, they smash the blackberry and iPhone
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or scream out they number like mike jones, that¡¯s right holmes
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I got the K on me like 1000 but I ain¡¯t tryina make the gun pow
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[Hook]
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It¡¯s that thug life, catch me riding round town top down
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Screaming thug life, come on
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Everyday gettin faded up in brown with the thug life
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Young fresh lean, it¡¯s hard for you, if you come test me
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You know I keep that 45 everytime I¡¯m sliding by.
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Thug Lyfe
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| Short Dawg |
