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Текст (слова) песни: Fabolous - Gotta Be Thug



[fabolous]

Yo, fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it

Niggas cant 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

Im the type that gets tried and aquitted

If my vibes aint 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 yall see me gettin locked it gotta be drugs

If yall see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs

If Im givin somethin to haters it gotta be slugs

If its one thing its gotta be its gotta be thug

No info, Im im 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 its one thing its gotta be, its gotta be thug.

[fabolous]

Niggas dont 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 tres the size of dimes

Ride through the hood with chrome pokin off the wheels

Im 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]

Im ready to address the haters and underestimaters

Hop in the truck, ride up on yall 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 Im restin haters

When police come for me, fly west to vegas

Ridin or dyin, niggas know Im ridin with iron

Smoke compartment in the dash that Im hidin the lye in

My pockets is fat, yall accounts is on slim fast

Im twenty, with twentys on a m-class

Just gimmie head it wont sweat your hairdo out

We aint tryin to hear you out we tryin to air you out

Make yall 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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