Lyrics

Up with a duffle bag in your car Told you to dive don't brake the law I would say BBS from before You digging that You can just say your dreams if you want Spend all the valid times on a run Bust down from the city shine like it's lunchtime Doing that crisp you be all You lick the fire I'm smelling for more I'm pulling that flex hard on the boy I tell him to fuck him I'm begging for one night just survive with me but I'm hot though I bet on my hacker ass flash the cash I drive an exotic coup been there fast One night one girl One night one gun Just to go round with me You looking decent fuck imma You got the pieces all around We can stop at the thing and fuck 'em up We be looking so good like a money truck Give me the thug life all around she pack it up Pack at ya like a pack at ya Ain't no feeling she finally fun Give me the thug life all around she Give me the thug life all around she Give me the thug life all around she pack it up Pack at ya like a pack at ya Ain't no feeling she finally fun Might be put the product at your feet Put the product on your feet like your running with me Mind you wet your pussy in the studio You can chill while I fuck up a beat Tell them haters fuck when they see us we dripping hard in the Gucci Two seaters yeah for two days yeah you ride with two feet On the road to the riches take a ride with my bitch with me Yeah the shardy bust some moves She keep a bag with a hundred fifty Got the air breeze Got the air breeze Yeah we sex sheets Yeah we sex sheets Yeah we bag chase Yeah we bag chase Me and shardy jig around Me and shardy jig around Me and shardy jig around Me and shardy You looking decent fuck imma You got the pieces all around We can stop at the thing and fuck 'em up We be looking so good like a money truck Give me the thug life all around she pack it up Pack at ya like a pack at ya Ain't no feeling she finally fun Give me the thug life all around she Give me the thug life all around she Give me the thug life all around she pack it up Pack at ya like a pack at ya Ain't no feeling she finally fun
Writer(s): Sean Thompson, Shavel Pope Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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