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Lirik Lagu Gotta Be A Thug - Fabolous

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[Verse 1]Fabulous strives for digits, even connives to get itNiggas can't tell me nothing dunn the five is kitted>From Dead Presidents, any cat alive can get itI walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzardGot enough chips to bribe you wit itPay off security at clubs, get my guns and nines admittedI'm the type that get tried and acquittedIf my bombs aint wit it, blast you with a 4/5 and spit itY'all niggas run to the police and then describe who did itCome home, findin necks homie wives is slittedI got niggas on my side committedYou niggas drive or split it, with your brain inside your fittingFabulous, the only way to I D him, is in a 5 B MPuffin sticky green til my eyes get slimOperate with more chips than I B MFuck with me you make the news, at 5 P M, motherfucker
CHORUS:If y'all see me gettin locked, it gotta be drugsIf y'all see chrome on a truck, it gotta be dubsIf I'm givin somethin to haters, it gotta be slugsIf it's one thing it gotta be, it gotta be thugsNo info, if I'm leaking, it gotta be bloodIf my earlobes is hanging, it gotta be studsIf the bitch on her knees, it gotta be loveIf it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thugs
[Verse 2]Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do thingsSwan in a blue Range, armed with two thingsFlex pay my joints, drop bombs like HusseinCatchin cataracts, glance at the charm and new chainI got coke in every part of Brooknon a true nameNiggas want it when you wave a firearm, they views changeEnd up having to move they mom to UkraineYeah ADT, alarms and new namesWho else comin to club, under each arm is two damesBuying bottles of Dom, with his loose changeNiggas *Hate Me Now*, cuz I catch the eyes of dimesFlooded the hood, with trays the size of dimesY'all do windows low, rims pokin off the wheelsI'm in the game, tryin to get broken off a milShove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin off the steelNiggas love to bam, but the bitches open off the grill
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[Verse 3]Yo I'm ready to address the haters, and underestimatersHop in the truck, ride up on y'all like escalatorsHit your chest up, leave y'all hooked to respiratorsBed ridden, talkin to investigatorsNow these ladies'll do anything, just to date usCuz we skate around on ice, like EscapadersDressed in gators, In Peace I'm Resting traitorsWhen police come for me, peel out west in VegasRiding or dying, niggas know I'm ridin wit ironSmoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin and eyeinMy pockets is fat, y'all accounts is on Slim FastI'm 20, with 20s on the M ClassJust gimme head, it won't switch your hairdo outWe aint tryin to hear you out, we tryin to air you outMake y'all rush into stores, and clear Clue outBout to put cameras in the truck, take them rearviews out, what nigga
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