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doodie lo & chief wuk - thug life lyrics

[intro: icewear vezzo]
phew, phew
(d+mn, max, this one’s too hard)
so what we on?
phew (big ice), f+ck, i’m ready to go (phew)
uh, why the f+ck? (forever, n+gga)
hmm, ooh

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
yeah, why the f+ck you flashin’ that lil’ pole and ain’t gon’ use it? (use it)
bust my rollie down, [?][0:15] this b+tch look stupid (ooh)
huh, took two thousand oranges on the road, look like i’m hoopin’ (look like i’m hoopin’)
pull up with that b+tch and— phew, phew, phew, ar with coolant
yeah, chain freezy, i f+ck on best friends, her whole gang easy (her whole gang easy)
n+ggas hoes, we take rappers jewelry, get your plate eatеn (ha)
pour that wocky up, then pop a tesla, look like i ain’t lеanin’ (woo)
drop they homie, up that b+tch again, this sh+t just ain’t easy (this sh+t just ain’t easy)
walk around this b+tch with like two hundred, i got a check now (two hundred)
he was braggin’ ’bout how he k!lled— look at where he at now (look at where he at now)
huh, i kept runnin’ out of actavis, i’m pourin’ tech, huh (pourin’)
we got hundred shooters, hundred choppers when we step out (fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
pull up in the ‘raq, i’m in ‘rari or the ‘vette (‘rari or the ‘vette)
i’m with brodie flippin’ packs, spent ten thousand up in saks (ten thousand up in saks)
i got steppers on steppers, thirty rounds sittin’ in the mac
out of town, run up a check, hundred pounds sit on the jet, n+gga (hundred pounds sit on the jet)
[verse 2: chief wuk & doodie lo]
thug life, middle fingers up, screamin, “f+ck the opp”
dump the drac’, left off one of the fifties, spin another block
your cousin with you claimin’ he innocent, he still gettin’ shot
the type of n+gga smoke your b+tch ass, go nail your baby mama
i been gettin’ money state to state since i was a lil’ n+gga
seventeen, f+ckin’ with that dawg, i put up six figures (roof)
rich n+gga, my d+ck got standards, i f+ck on rich b+tches (b+tch)
in the trenches, all this ice on to patch a b+tch n+gga (b+tch, big doodie lo)

[verse 3: doodie lo]
big doodie lo, i got a roll on me, i keep a big glock (glah)
i really be thuggin’, lil’ n+gga, this ain’t no tiktok (b+tch)
they diss me on the ‘net, but in public, sh+t, i don’t see them (i don’t see them)
they way we give them n+ggas h+ll, i wouldn’t wanna be ’em (i wouldn’t wanna be them)
on some evil sh+t, my eyes red (red), k!ll all my opps dead (get ’em)
slide ’til they all dead, hundred dollar bald head (hundred dollar bald head)
we don’t do no pillow talk, take a plug, peel ’em off (give me that)
still catch me in the trap, i’m still tryna get it off (gang)

[outro: doodie lo]
right, n+ggas ain’t f+ckin’ with us, man
know how we comin’, like
first forty+eight, b+tch, ha
let’s get it

- doodie lo chief wuk lyrics

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