Thuun

Aight you know how we do we come to the club
Naw mean? Straight to the door, no linie
Straight to the dinoor
Naw mean not payin for ninothing naw mean?
Y'know how we do my man
Put it on every tininime naw mean?
Funk Flex, Big Kap, NORE naw mean?
My nigga putititon naw mean?
You know how we do
This one's for the clititiub y'naw mean
Tearin it itiitout
Every time straight to the dinoor
Straight to the dinoor

Big motherfuckin Kap funkmaster Flex
Def Jam c -N- N
Yo, yo, yo

Yo bootleg has got me, and they had my shit
Two months before the album, I'm mad as shit
I told my label suck my dick
And fuck a flick
And Mr childs eatin and drinkin until I shit
I smoke cigarettes
And my breath smell like weed
I got my little brother head?
And party is speed?
Drink my biz, have my niggas clip your ears
C -N- N We'll probably sell like
Britney Spears
Yo courageous, none of this's can take this
NOR i'm like the rap married Davis
If you like me, dude yo you dig my shit
You don't like me? fuck you and suck my dick
I like my hoes just like summer, no class
And niggas workin so hard and gettin no ass
And C -N- N we stand for
Niggas that stand the war
Like Luce and Maze they keep
The Glock on stage
See us rollin and a hoop in the range
Yo the hoop's got mad guns
And the range got cocaine
Damn right bury every nigga that write
That I can get wit all up
And sell no more white
Yo let me stop frontin I bought
A crib and two whips layin on the beach with
Some bitches and chewsticks
Top videos for more than a mil
I probably shot a video that
Cost more than your deal
Them niggas they wanna pop
Them bitches they wanna pop
Them niggas who got the Glock
(who got the drop, we wanna rot) thunn

Yo yo now on top, I walk with a bop
Came home inherit the block
Same dude who bumped Paniro the cop
I'm livin life like a dealer
Fuck it, cop the bucket ten and out
Clips sprayin when we spinnin out
Street clap you
My records speak for my livin
Deeper than guns, iller than prison
Time to pain givin
So I earnt mine and spit for Flex
Call a pitbull it's clip to tech
Disrespect? My niggas come M-U style
I been thuggin since a child with
A cap gun blowin the trial
For possession this shit y'all
Compressed in a vial
Shuttin clubs down for the cake and wild
80 percent thugs 20 bitches make my crowd
Real from far like Picasso, check my features
Always a thug, fly nigga, check my sneakers
Me and thunn tight Butthead and Beavis
Nothin come between us
Burst your penis, I squeeze firm
How on earth?
Niggas boogie when the d's turn
Throwin they work
In the bushes, everyday in the hood
I'm air like, naw nigga he's in the wood
Franchise what! Thugged out shit

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