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Dee Mula - Life Of A Thug 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
Bitches love them niggas who get money, keep they pussy wet (Uh, uh)
Can't fuck no bitch 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 sex, speed it up, it's startin' to hit
Only reason he's still alive, he had the nigga, hard to catch
Can't be no nigga 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
Niggas half-steppin', bae told me I ran out of Percs, damn, get them tabs rеady
On the road, I'm doin' shows, these bitchеs pulled up half-naked
Tryna get they titties touched, ready to get they pussy stuffed
If I tell 'em hop in this truck
I stay out niggas' way, they be hatin', linkin' up, really playin'
Don't gotta call my lil' niggas, I catch my man, that's my man
But I can get a nigga 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), damn, bruh, I hope this shit ain't true
They callin' 'round like, "Damn, what happened?" He in ICU (Oh my God)
I'm callin' 'round like, "Is he dead? I hope that pussy die" (Fuck him)
Plus, his lil' bitch been actin' tough, I made these bitches cry (Haha)
Fuck the cops, once I pulled this trigger, I couldn't make it stop (Fuck 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 shit 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 nigga bitch, fuck her good in Louis V socks
I'm hood rich, if I start rappin' today, I'm good, bitch
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, shit, 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 fuck, this gotta be a test (Uh)
Niggas 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 dick (Uh)
Now she all in her feelings, think I should block the bitch (Huh?)
I been runnin' for love, I been mixin' these drugs
Don't come outside unless they book a nigga at one of these clubs
You love your nigga, show your nigga, go give him a hug
This the life of a gangster, this the life of a thug