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doodie lo & chief wuk - thug life كلمات الأغنية

[intro: icewear vezzo]
phew, phew
(d_mn, max, this one’s too hard)
so what we on?
phew (big ice), f_ck, i’m ready to go (phew)
uh, why the f_ck? (forever, n_gga)
hmm, ooh

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
yeah, why the f_ck you flashin’ that lil’ pole and ain’t gon’ use it? (use it)
bust my rollie down, [?][0:15] this b_tch look stupid (ooh)
huh, took two thousand oranges on the road, look like i’m hoopin’ (look like i’m hoopin’)
pull up with that b_tch and— phew, phew, phew, ar with coolant
yeah, chain freezy, i f_ck on best friends, her whole gang easy (her whole gang easy)
n_ggas hoes, we take rappers jewelry, get your plate eatеn (ha)
pour that wocky up, then pop a tesla, look like i ain’t lеanin’ (woo)
drop they homie, up that b_tch again, this sh_t just ain’t easy (this sh_t just ain’t easy)
walk around this b_tch with like two hundred, i got a check now (two hundred)
he was braggin’ ’bout how he k!lled— look at where he at now (look at where he at now)
huh, i kept runnin’ out of actavis, i’m pourin’ tech, huh (pourin’)
we got hundred shooters, hundred choppers when we step out (fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
pull up in the ‘raq, i’m in ‘rari or the ‘vette (‘rari or the ‘vette)
i’m with brodie flippin’ packs, spent ten thousand up in saks (ten thousand up in saks)
i got steppers on steppers, thirty rounds sittin’ in the mac
out of town, run up a check, hundred pounds sit on the jet, n_gga (hundred pounds sit on the jet)
[verse 2: chief wuk & doodie lo]
thug life, middle fingers up, screamin, “f_ck the opp”
dump the drac’, left off one of the fifties, spin another block
your cousin with you claimin’ he innocent, he still gettin’ shot
the type of n_gga smoke your b_tch ass, go nail your baby mama
i been gettin’ money state to state since i was a lil’ n_gga
seventeen, f_ckin’ with that dawg, i put up six figures (roof)
rich n_gga, my d_ck got standards, i f_ck on rich b_tches (b_tch)
in the trenches, all this ice on to patch a b_tch n_gga (b_tch, big doodie lo)

[verse 3: doodie lo]
big doodie lo, i got a roll on me, i keep a big glock (glah)
i really be thuggin’, lil’ n_gga, this ain’t no tiktok (b_tch)
they diss me on the ‘net, but in public, sh_t, i don’t see them (i don’t see them)
they way we give them n_ggas h_ll, i wouldn’t wanna be ’em (i wouldn’t wanna be them)
on some evil sh_t, my eyes red (red), k!ll all my opps dead (get ’em)
slide ’til they all dead, hundred dollar bald head (hundred dollar bald head)
we don’t do no pillow talk, take a plug, peel ’em off (give me that)
still catch me in the trap, i’m still tryna get it off (gang)

[outro: doodie lo]
right, n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with us, man
know how we comin’, like
first forty_eight, b_tch, ha
let’s get it

- doodie lo chief wuk

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