Текст (слова) песни: Fabolous - Gotta Be Thug

[Fabolous]
Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it
Niggas can`t tell me nothin` dun, the 5 is kitted
for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it
I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard
got enough chips to bribe you wit` it
pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted
I`m the type that gets tried and aquitted
if my vibes ain`t wit` it I pull the Four-Five and spit it
then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it
come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted
I got niggas on my side comitted
to leave you and the driver splitted
with your brain spilled inside your fitted
Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM
puffin` sticky green `till my eyes be slim
operate with more chips than IBM
fuck with me and make the news at Five PM.

[Chorus]
If ya`ll see me gettin` locked it gotta be drugs
if ya`ll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
if I`m givin` somethin` to haters it gotta be slugs
if it`s one thing it`s gotta be it`s gotta be thug
no info, I`m I`m leakin` it gotta be blood
If my earlobes are hangin`, it gotta be studs
if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
if it`s one thing it`s gotta be, it`s gotta be thug.

[Fabolous]
Niggas don`t wanna play around, they see how calm I do things
swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames
Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien
catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain
I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change
end up havin` to move they Moms to Ukraine
get ADT alarms and new names
come in the club, under each arm is two dames
buyin` bottles of Dom with my loose change
niggas hate me now `cause I catch the eyes of dimes
flooded the hood with Tre`s the size of dimes
ride through the hood with chrome pokin` off the wheels
I`m in the game tryin` to get broken off with Mils
shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin` off the steel
niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill.

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
I`m ready to address the haters and underestimaters
hop in the truck, ride up on ya`ll like escalators
hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators
bed ridden talkin` to investigators
now these ladies will do anything just to date us
`cause we skate around on ice like escapaders
dressed in Gators, in peace I`m restin` haters
when police come for me, fly West to Vegas
ridin` or dyin`, niggas know I`m ridin` with iron
smoke compartment in the dash that I`m hidin` the lye in
my pockets is fat, ya`ll accounts is on slim fast
I`m Twenty, with Twenty`s on a M-Class
just gimmie head it won`t sweat your hairdo out
we ain`t tryin` to hear you out we tryin` to air you out
make ya`ll run to the stores and clear Clue out
`bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out
What nigga....

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Fabolous - Gotta Be Thug [Fabolous] Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it Niggas can`t tell me nothin` dun, the 5 is kitted for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard got enough chips to bribe you wit` it pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted I`m the type that gets tried and aquitted if my vibes ain`t wit` it I pull the Four-Five and spit it then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted I got niggas on my side comitted to leave you and the driver splitted with your brain spilled inside your fitted Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM puffin` sticky green `till my eyes be slim operate with more chips than IBM fuck with me and make the news at Five PM. [Chorus] If ya`ll see me gettin` locked it gotta be drugs if ya`ll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs if I`m givin` somethin` to haters it gotta be slugs if it`s one thing it`s gotta be it`s gotta be thug no info, I`m I`m leakin` it gotta be blood If my earlobes are hangin`, it gotta be studs if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love if it`s one thing it`s gotta be, it`s gotta be thug. [Fabolous] Niggas don`t wanna play around, they see how calm I do things swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change end up havin` to move they Moms to Ukraine get ADT alarms and new names come in the club, under each arm is two dames buyin` bottles of Dom with my loose change niggas hate me now `cause I catch the eyes of dimes flooded the hood with Tre`s the size of dimes ride through the hood with chrome pokin` off the wheels I`m in the game tryin` to get broken off with Mils shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin` off the steel niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill. [Chorus] [Fabolous] I`m ready to address the haters and underestimaters hop in the truck, ride up on ya`ll like escalators hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators bed ridden talkin` to investigators now these ladies will do anything just to date us `cause we skate around on ice like escapaders dressed in Gators, in peace I`m restin` haters when police come for me, fly West to Vegas ridin` or dyin`, niggas know I`m ridin` with iron smoke compartment in the dash that I`m hidin` the lye in my pockets is fat, ya`ll accounts is on slim fast I`m Twenty, with Twenty`s on a M-Class just gimmie head it won`t sweat your hairdo out we ain`t tryin` to hear you out we tryin` to air you out make ya`ll run to the stores and clear Clue out `bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out What nigga.... [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Gotta Be Thug: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/105/1/10015.html Все тексты песен: Fabolous » Fabolous - This Is My Party » Fabolous - Young`n » Fabolous - Young `n » Fabolous - It`s in the Game » Fabolous - Make Me Better » Fabolous - Brooklyn » Fabolous - Fire (Remix) » Fabolous - Gangsta Don`t Play » Fabolous - Click & Spark » Fabolous - Not Give A Fuck » Fabolous - Take You Home » Fabolous - Real Playa Like » Fabolous - Return Of The Hustle » Fabolous - I`m The Man » Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous » Fabolous - One Day » Fabolous - Fab Freestyle » Fabolous - The Bad Guy » Fabolous - Change You or Change Me » Fabolous - Grinding Remix (Feat Joe Buddens and Pau Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгений Клячкин - Мать и дитя » Евгений Агранович - Пыль, пыль » Евгений Романов - Пастораль » Екатерина Манычева - (Песня к кинофильму Служили два товарища) » Елена Решетняк - Прогулка » Елена Фролова - И как всегда » Евгений Осин - Не надо, не плачь... » Ефим Ташлицкий - Жуть » Евгений Клячкин - Песенка об утреннем городе » Екатерина Барановская - Посвящение добрым друзьям » Евгений Муравьев - Повторите, повторите... » Елена Елизарьева - Завернула четыре радуги... » Елена Фролова - Только ты, Господи... » Елена Казанцева - Я » Евгений Муравьев - Закрыть глаза? Устал от темноты... » Екатерина Яровая - Любимый, что нас развело с тобой?.. » Елена Решетняк - Оконченный роман » Евгений Клячкин - Поздняя цыганочка » Евгений Клячкин - Пророчество » Евгений Исакевич - Осень
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