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sob x rbe - my thugs كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
and i’m off this henny, i’m off patron
free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
i remember i was broke, now my paper long
if you want me to slide, you know i will
gotta keep that fire, you know i will
and when i die, lil’ baby, she in my will
and i ain’t never left, i’m in the field

[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
need someone to treat you right, girl, you know i could
try to sn-tch my chain, i wish a n-gga would
i remember sipping henny, smoking ‘woods
and them n-ggas ain’t gon’ try me ’cause they know i’m suge
give a f-ck who you is, n-gga it ain’t good
i ain’t never left, b-tch, i’m in the hood
i ain’t never did you wrong and i never would
i could get them n-ggas gone, yeah you know i could
n-gga, you could ask around, i ain’t never lied
i remember posted on that s, getting h-lla high
now i got a crib in la catching h-lla vibes
couldn’t wait ’til n-ggas knew my name and it was televised
aww sob, rbe that’s the gang, b-tch
i been cruising through the v on that same sh-t
don’t know who i’m ‘posed to be when that pain hit
’cause i was still in them streets when that fame hit
missing all my n-ggas, they done gone, yeah
lord, i just hope i make it home, yeah
‘member we was kids? now we grown, yeah
from the v, i had to get it on my own, yeah

[post-chorus: slimmy b]
free my thug, thug, thug, thugs
i miss my thug, thug, thug, thugs
free my thug, thug, thugs
i miss my thug, thug, thugs
free my thug, thug, thug, thugs
i miss my thug, thug, thug, thugs
r.i.p. my thug, thug, thugs
i miss my thug, thug, thugs

[verse 2]
n-gga, everywhere i go i keep my fire on me
n-gga, i was underage when i was riding forty
and, b-tch, f-ck your n-gga ’cause we sliding on him
i came in this world alone, i guess i’m dying lonely
feed a n-gga to the snakes and watch him die slowly
i think she blowing up my line because she tryna blow me
i keep a chopper with a scope ’cause they tryna score me
and i treat n-ggas like they b-tches just for tryna ho me
and i miss all my thugs, wish i could bring ’em back
them crackers almost pulled that trigger just for being black
and just to make it out this life, bro, you gon’ need a strap
when i catch n-ggas it ain’t all good it ain’t no season p-ss, b-tch

- sob x rbe

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