Do Ya Thug Thang — текст песни (Max Minelli)

Ooh,we fend to (Plus Connect)
make a mess with this right`chea
(Camp Life, In the LSR my nigga) Uh
It`s young Minelli nigga, young Minelli nigga
(Camp Life my nigga, My thugggg thanggg)

[Verse One]
If you got it, let it slap (Do ya thug thang)
Mane `Lac chrome on black, with headbussa`s in the back
I`m a sav` out the box (Do ya thug thang)
Thirty-one colors, hard tops, whole wood, ridin` chops
Let me set the Camp off (Do ya thug thang)
I`m a drop yo tramp off, beatin` harder than y`all with my amp off
Holl`in` I`m a fool (Do ya thug thang)
I`m so cool, I walk slanted like fat people`s shoes
So thowed in the game (Do ya thug thang)
And if a nigga blowed in the game, then I sold him a thang
I ain`t fenna to stop shit (Do ya thug thang)
My shit
Hot shit
Hit ya cut
Stack, cop shit
Like oooh..

Hustlas count a grand to this
I`m so motherfuckin` not a ham with this
I was cool on the cut, cause I had to be
I still smoke a lot, even though it`s bad for me
I`m hollin` at my hustlas, count a grand to this
I`m so motherfuckin` not a ham with this
Ain`t a nigga fenna slang shit after me
Still smoke a lot, even though it`s bad for me

[Verse Two]
And all my homegirls shakin` to the beat (Do ya thug thang)
If he tryin` to hit, make him lay you on hundred dollar sheets
And ride you on leather seats (Do ya thug thang)
Take you on trips to the beach, pretty face, pretty feets
Bounce `till it get numb (Do ya thug thang)
And watch every nigga from my hood get retarded and dumb
Now put`cha white cups up (Do ya thug thang)
Catch me bailin` out of court Monday morning, keep my case on the tuck
Like you don`t know nuttin` (Do ya thug thang)
And if it don`t leak, I`ma hit you up and we can blow somethin`
I`m a pimp to my bones (Do ya thug thang)
Man I left my ho`s at home, watchin` Jenny Jones
Like oooh..

P-Poppers shake ass to this
I`m so motherfuckin` not a ham with this
I was cool on the cut, cause I had to be
I still smoke a lot, even though it`s bad for me
I`m hollin` at my P-poppers, shake ass to this
I`m so motherfuckin` not a ham with this
Ain`t a nigga fenna slang shit after me
I still smoke a lot, even though it`s bad for me

[Verse Three]
Pants saggin` till `ey touchin` the floor (Do ya thug thang)
Pssht, you too concerned nigga, stop handcuffin` them hos
I have `em touchin` they toes (Do ya thug thang)
Come and kick it wit`cha dog, I`m a hog, so you cuttin` fa show
And trickin` ain`t my style (Do ya thug thang)
Mane, I kick mo` bitches out than Destiny`s Child
Who they askin` fuh?
Ridin` on passenger?
We`ll Jack yo shit and sell it back to ya
We hustle hard in the bricks (Do ya thug thang)
Still the same click, standin` in the front yard, slangin` zips
Tryin` to let my cake stack (Do ya thug thang)
Make that
Trick shake that
Like that
Take that
Like oooh..

Hustlas count a grand to this
I`m so motherfuckin` not a ham with this
I was cool on the cut, cause I had to be
I still smoke a lot, even though it`s bad for me
I`m sayin` say P-poppers, shake ass to this
I`m so motherfuckin` not a ham with this
Ain`t a nigga fenna slang shit after me
I Still smoke a lot, even though it`s bad for me
Like

[Max Minelli Talking]
(I`m gone)
Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside, Your side
Thug nigga, uhh. Gangsta bitches, hoodrats, and hos
It`s goin` down like..
For that `Ville, uh, Layfair, uh. Goin` down motherfucker
Baton Rouge my nigga, uh
H-Town, yeah, New Orleans, yeah
Mississippi hah? yeah



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