dj khaled - i'm thuggin' lyrics
[intro: dj khaled & ace hood]
yeah dj khaled, mean mug music
waka flocka (ace hood)
this gon’ f-ck the streets up
this gon’ f-ck the club up
[hook: waka flocka]
police kicked my door and shorty last night
i’d be d-mned if i don’t go out without a fight
my girlfriend says she needs some new shoes in a bag
i tell her shut the f-ck up and get off yo -ss
i’m thuggin’, i’m thuggin’
i’m thuggin’, i’m thuggin’
middle fingers to the cops and the judge
raised by the old n-ggas, just mean mug
i’m thuggin’, i’m thuggin’
i’m thuggin’, i’m thuggin’
middle fingers to the cops and the judge
raised by the old n-ggas, just mean mug
[verse 1: ace hood]
god bless a n-ggas soul, b-tch i’m out here
wear the wrong color, you can’t come around here
so get your mind right, and keep your pistol close
hoppin’ out that ride out into your face, just like a seminal
i’m a n-gga, stay thuggin’, my lil’ cousin got his chopper chrome
and a n-gga want problems, take your top off like a metro dome
and make a loud noises, sound like it’s world war
and never break a sweat, that’s what them k!llers for
i get money ho, on some real sh-t
deck 100’s on me, that’s just what i deal with
waka’s thugged out, and we the business
see me f-ck the hammer, bet your n-ggas feel quick
mama pray for me, commit a lot of sins
and it don’t make it better consumin’ a lot of gin
blood, sweat & tears, i put my soul out
smell the flowers, b-tch, i might just pull the rose out
[hook: waka flocka]
police kicked my door and shorty last night
i’d be d-mned if i don’t go out without a fight
my girlfriend says she needs some new shoes in a bag
i tell her shut the f-ck up and get off yo -ss
i’m thuggin’, i’m thuggin’
i’m thuggin’, i’m thuggin’
middle fingers to the cops and the judge
raised by the old n-ggas, just mean mug
i’m thuggin’, i’m thuggin’
i’m thuggin’, i’m thuggin’
middle fingers to the cops and the judge
raised by the old n-ggas, just mean mug
[verse 2: ace hood]
a young n-gga thuggin, buckin with his dreads loose
middle finger all the feds, cause i said too
now we my g’s at? now where them dope boys?
now where my n-ggas who be thuggin’ on the corner for it
hands in the air, throw your hood up
hoppin’ off that 7 trey sixes when i pull up
now where my bad b-tches, who keep that -ss fat?
i love a hood b-tch, ain’t scared to throw that -ss back
and i keep them real n-ggas, homie that’s that
you a super duck, i’m talkin’ aflac
my n-ggas stormed out, stormed out
stupid dress in them zones with that stone mouth
club stupid packed, it’s a mad house
catch you sniffin’ by yourself, and then you -ssed out
and homie that’s word, my n-ggas gon’ learn
see that red in blue, i’m runnin’ out my converse
[hook: waka flocka]
police kicked my door and shorty last night
i’d be d-mned if i don’t go out without a fight
my girlfriend says she needs some new shoes in a bag
i tell her shut the f-ck up and get off yo -ss
i’m thuggin’, i’m thuggin’
i’m thuggin’, i’m thuggin’
middle fingers to the cops and the judge
raised by the old n-ggas, just mean mug
i’m thuggin’, i’m thuggin’
i’m thuggin’, i’m thuggin’
middle fingers to the cops and the judge
raised by the old n-ggas, just mean mug
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