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life of a thug - dee mula lyrics

[intro]
(honcho on that beat, word, say that)
huh, uh, uh, i’m playin’

[verse]
i be in different cities all the time, state*to*state, fresh off a jet
b*tches love them n*ggas who get money, keep they p*ssy wet (uh, uh)
can’t f*ck no b*tch that broke, gotta have some in case i start to sweat
i been workin’ day and night, i’m sorry, baby, it’s hard to text
pop this perc’ to start the s*x, speed it up, it’s startin’ to hit
only reason he’s still alive, he had the n*gga, hard to catch
can’t be no n*gga type, but i can beat him, shootin’ this gun (bah)
i know i’ma up it first and let this switch off on my son
n*ggas half*steppin’, bae told me i ran out of percs, d*mn, get them tabs rеady
on the road, i’m doin’ shows, these b*tchеs pulled up half*naked
tryna get they titties touched, ready to get they p*ssy stuffed
if i tell ’em hop in this truck
i stay out n*ggas’ way, they be hatin’, linkin’ up, really playin’
don’t gotta call my lil’ n*ggas, i catch my man, that’s my man
but i can get a n*gga whacked with all this money in my pants
and i can really go sit back and watch them make statuses prayin’
i hope he pull a dude (haha), d*mn, bruh, i hope this sh*t ain’t true
they callin’ ’round like, “d*mn, what happened?” he in icu (oh my god)
i’m callin’ ’round like, “is he dead? i hope that p*ssy die” (f*ck him)
plus, his lil’ b*tch been actin’ tough, i made these b*tches cry (haha)
f*ck the cops, once i pulled this trigger, i couldn’t make it stop (f*ck the cops)
ain’t too good with takin’ threats, ain’t got no screws in my top
ain’t got no screws in my top, can’t break no rules on my block
it don’t matter if your sh*t locked, they poppin’ locks and take your car
quick to do a rapper bad, make ’em get quiet like papa doc (shh)
quick to take a n*gga b*tch, f*ck her good in louis v socks
i’m hood rich, if i start rappin’ today, i’m good, b*tch
flood the block with numbers (uh*uh, uh*uh), i won’t pull off with no bullets (uh*uh)
we smoke the best, what you do is shake, sh*t, we smoke the rest
free a project, baby like kodak, don’t drown, get your vest
she want a new purse, ain’t let me f*ck, this gotta be a test (uh)
n*ggas tried to set me up, i beat the game and stop the blitz
she reachin’ back, pushin’ my stomach (uh, uh), i guess she tryna stop the d*ck (uh)
now she all in her feelings, think i should block the b*tch (huh?)
i been runnin’ for love, i been mixin’ these drugs
don’t come outside unless they book a n*gga at one of these clubs
you love your n*gga, show your n*gga, go give him a hug
this the life of a gangster, this the life of a thug

- dee mula lyrics

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