Текст песни Yukmouth f Kool G. Rap - Thug Lord: The New Testament
Yukmouth f Kool G. Rap - Thug Lord: The New Testament слова песни
[ CHORUS ]I don`t give a fuck what y`all haters do, I`ma get thug moneyHustler now, there with my crew, ain`t nothin like thug moneyFirst of the month, fiends` checks is due, gotta get thug moneyHustler now, there with my crew, ain`t nothin like thug money[ VERSE 1: Yukmouth ]Thug niggas drink bottles of XO and ChristieFuck whiskey long as chicks be givin me headshots like LewinskyMy click be extra tipsy, thuggin in a 4.6 vThree TV`s, DVD`s and PlayStation, who`s fuckin with me?Personally, you gotta be gold, platinum, pimpin or either hustlin ki`sTo even be puffin my weedFuckin with me is gettin hauled, tied, stuffed in a treeWith dynamite stuck to your feetIt`s rough in the street, muthafuckas get touched in the streetI got these faggot rappers clutchin they heatCause ain`t no discussin a beefActions speaks louder than wordsRecipes for niggas secret ????Niggas get served with the Mossberg`Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump`Leavin muthafuckas slumpNiggas get dumped like blunt ashesI got these faggots takin thug classesSmokin hash and gettin they ass tattedGot the padded calabasses ????My niggas came a long way from bein on section 8While featherweights hesitate my money escalateMake moves in every state, got 20`s on the EscaladeI smoke everyday, drink Louis XIIIMore platinum teeth than platinum jewerly, enough to hurt me??? Iceberg ???, rock brim hats and MoschinoI`m like Nino plus shoot craps and hit Casinos10 g`s in chips tryin to break shit upMy necklace stay lit up, my Rolex stay chipped upMy vehicle`s rimmed up, drink Christie till I`m pissy drunk with hicupsI used to dump on niggas, hit stick-up`sSo many bricks got cooked up, ghetto pusher fuckin ghetto sistersNow I eats models out the ???? bushesFor my thug niggas hustlin crackYukmouth, Kool G Rap - what`s fuckin with that?Holler back, bitch[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 2: Kool G Rap ]A paid thug nigga known to lay rugs, bust a 8 snubCrushed grape bub, pop a $200 plate grubGorilla family booty shake clubsNuff of the ???? love, I got yours and take it in bloodNigga, you got ???? to take it in slugsRearrange the shape of your mugHit you with a shake and a hugThen lay you down for a cake of the drugsDirty money, cover the paper with mudDig in your pigeon while we caper the scrubNigga, you nothin but a snake in a budG Rap and Yukmouth`ll get you tossed out and struck outNigga, you lucked out, we plushed out???? out, got niggas trippin like a bus routeHoldin hammers but not ready to bust outGet tossed out steppin to these, weaponry like VietnameseSweatin the gees, get wet in the kneesLeft in the trees east and the west, we rep a breezeTill the death we keep it stress-freeBut very daily hold the heavy shit inside of Chevy`sPlannnin your death over spaghettiWe target-ready, turn your mind in confettiFlippin the most, fully-loaded clip in the toastPour a tall glass of Cris and we toastCouple of hollers, grip and rip on a coastCouple of chickens with our dick in they throatsBitches strippin on boats, niggas trickin they notesAll the chips that we gross, millionaire statusMafia marriage, nigga that`s out for carats like rabbitsStuff the wall safe with stacks of cabbagePut a gat in back of your cabbageYou livin lavish, nigga, give up the packageGot the ???? niggas livin savageTroubled kids and bastardsOut of your average, ???? danger and hazardsYoung gun niggas that strap the ratchetLay you back inside of a casketPut you in plastic, stretch you like elasticWhen the Mac hit it burn like acidYou do Hail Mary`s like you was CatholicNeed a priest, nigga, to chat with[ CHORUS ]