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nowhere to run - thugga massina lyrics

[hook]
feeling like the realest n*gga under the sun
and i’m even iller when i’m toting my gun
f*cking all these strippers ‘cause they know i’m the one
coming for the scrilla, b*tch ain’t nowhere to run
me and my n*ggas, we some model y whippers
ride or die n*gga, ain’t no switching sides with us
you ain’t gang if you wasn’t flipping pies with us
young fly n*ggas, we some certified spinners

[verse 1]
i’m calling dibs on a hundred ms, you know i’m coming to get it
just got done bumping in a minute
they ain’t heard from me in a minute
you know i been in and out thе city
jumping in and out of b*tches
hustle on nipsey, i ain’t f*ck with acadеmics
i was trying to move ‘caine like jada pinkett in menace
still became a chemist, know that had my teachers shook
call my powder julia roberts, you know that white girl off the hook
i put money on my n*ggas books, make sure they got bands
might yell kobe, yeah they gon’ ball in the can
this game is in the palm of my hands like i’m playing jacks
call my shooter kyle barker, he be banging macs
man i shine like the beauty and the beast candle
but i don’t think that i’m the one they wanna face on wax
need a jheri curl and a raiders hat
tell them n*ggas nwa is back
[hook]
feeling like the realest n*gga under the sun
and i’m even iller when i’m toting my gun
f*cking all these strippers ‘cause they know i’m the one
coming for the scrilla, b*tch ain’t nowhere to run
me and my n*ggas, we some model y whippers
ride or die n*gga, ain’t no switching sides with us
you ain’t gang if you wasn’t flipping pies with us
young fly n*ggas, we some certified spinners

[verse 2]
you thought thugga wasn’t spinning back then you a goofy
n*gga you played yourself like boosie’s movie
i need the big mille so i’m moving shrewdly
i can’t do the lil’ richard, that sh*t tutti frutti
it’s yours truly, smell like tom cologne
but if rappers want smoke, you can call my tommy chong
my b*tch thumbing through the guap in nothing but a thong
it’s gon’ take hours and hours to count it, my money long
i heard your song about how you make the dope bubble
it was cap on that tune like the carter 4 cover
the streets like that n*gga cool, he ain’t no thugga
you rappers can’t fill my foam runners
sh*t i done held the trap n*ggas down 4 summers
but now i want the crown, i’m coming for hov’s numbers
i just ran into an opp, he thought we was gon’ stomp ‘em
i got at ‘em with the 22, i ain’t no jumper – but i’m
[hook]
feeling like the realest n*gga under the sun
and i’m even iller when i’m toting my gun
f*cking all these strippers ‘cause they know i’m the one
coming for the scrilla, b*tch ain’t nowhere to run
me and my n*ggas, we some model y whippers
ride or die n*gga, ain’t no switching sides with us
you ain’t gang if you wasn’t flipping pies with us
young fly n*ggas, we some certified spinners

- thugga massina lyrics

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