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never broke again , p yungin, lil dump & whogangdee - i'm thuggin lyrics

[intro: lil dump]
on gang
(j+j+juppy on the beat)
ain’t n0body safe
(yo vicky)
on gang
(ayy, kyngree got me gassed up)

[chorus: lil dump]
walkin’ in the cutlass, i’m thuggin’, i ain’t lackin’
b+tch, i’m clutchin’, run up on me, get left musty (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
it’s up with me, it’s stuck with me, and ain’t no n+gga gon’ touch me
i’ll get off with any n+gga in this b+tch with all that muggin’ (with all that muggin’)
we got them shots on all of us (on all of us)
you bust up, you think i’m bluffin’
who the f+ck gon’ crowd us? (gon’ crowd us)
could get put up, ain’t no discussion
this choppa got a kickback, like a f+ckin’ pogo stick
make a n+gga get back, i’m with all the bullsh+t
[verse 1: lil dump]
nothin’ but demons in this b+tch
they bangin’ green and bang red (on gang)
i’ma talk my sh+t just ’cause he can’t
he better stand on what he said
we don’t play fair, we do him dirty, that’s the way that we play (the way that we play)
get in the way while we swervin’, i’ma aim this b+tch at yo’ head (at yo’ head)
everyone’s on top of his mind
n+ggas ain’t gon’ f+ck with my slime (on gang)
they put that stick on his ass, the rest of ’em ass ain’t gon’ come back
speak on big dump make me flash (make me flash)
that’s why we hold up and slash
shoot up the whip, make ’em crash
the pressure don’t get suppressed
like, who wan’ do somethin’? (do somethin’)
do somethin’, booted up
on my top, might make my hitters shoot somethin’ (grrah, grrah)
i don’t give a f+ck about who lays
put that .30 on his son
he keep talkin’ like he on, can’t wait to see him one on one (can’t wait to see him one on one)

[chorus: lil dump]
walkin’ in the cutlass, i’m thuggin’, i ain’t lackin’
b+tch, i’m clutchin’, run up on me, get left musty
it’s up with me, it’s stuck with me, and ain’t no n+gga gon’ touch me
i’ll get off with any n+gga in this b+tch with all that muggin’ (with all that muggin’)
we got them shots on all of us (on all of us)
you bust up, you think i’m bluffin’
who the f+ck gon’ crowd us? (gon’ crowd us)
could get put up, ain’t no discussion
this choppa got a kickback, like a f+ckin’ pogo stick
make a n+gga get back, i’m with all the bullsh+t (brr)
[verse 2: whogangdee]
when we pulled up, we was bustin’ (we was bustin’)
tryna k!ll him and his cousin (his cousin)
he shot his sister for nothin’ (for nothin’)
we gon’ rap on it ’cause he’s thuggin’ (he’s thuggin’)
free j beezy, he was hustlin’ (he was hustlin’)
when had tried to spin, he had thugged him (thugged him)
case seen one, he had mugged him (he had mugged him)
might f+ck that, i would have dropped him (i would have dropped him)
cornelius died in that car (that car)
know you heard ’bout them movin’ soft (soft)
he should’ve played the game raw (raw)
now, he in a grave digger car (aw)
we step on sh+t like it’s tar (aw)
i’m the one who really lay the law (law)
with the k!llin’ sh+t, we take it far (take it far)
i keep my strap in her bra (in her bra)
she gon’ eat the d+ck with no bra (bra)
she gon’ swallow nut in the car (in the car)
we gon’ pull up, n+gga, baow (baow)
that choppa say, “da+da+da” (da+da+da)
we gon’ make that young n+gga fly (fly)
’cause my people ‘nem had to cry (to cry)
we gon’ make that young n+gga fly (fly)
’cause my people ‘nem had to cry (to cry)
[chorus: lil dump]
walkin’ in the cutlass, i’m thuggin’, i ain’t lackin’
b+tch, i’m clutchin’, run up on me, get left musty
it’s up with me, it’s stuck with me, and ain’t no n+gga gon’ touch me
i’ll get off with any n+gga in this b+tch with all that muggin’ (with all that muggin’)
we got them shots on all of us (on all of us)
you bust up, you think i’m bluffin’
who the f+ck gon’ crowd us? (gon’ crowd us)
could get put up, ain’t no discussion
this choppa got a kickback, like a f+ckin’ pogo stick
make a n+gga get back, i’m with all the bullsh+t (brr)

[verse 3: p yungin]
think about tricks, start rollin’ up that p+ssy b+tch who got left down
2005, rode on my own, we got automatics for you clowns
he got left up in the streets ’cause that lil’ boy wanted to be grown
b+tch, i’m evil, send ’bout ten, i left your face, or you’d be gone (brr+pop, brr+pop, pop)
i’m really with it, p+ssy b+tch, i’ll probably hop up in that car
i can’t f+ck with them, my brother probably gon’ end up gettin’ that boy
if it ain’t my work, i ain’t reppin’ on it
better not speak on what you saw
b+tch, we leave dead bodies in them caskets, on the church, you won’t see tomorrow
yeah, i’m out plaq, b+tch, that’s that ratchet
remember days i was tweakin’ to roll up a girl
fourteen, that’s when i was clutchin’ them rods
nowadays, when we see them, we leave ’em with the stars
yeah, they smokin’ on the bubba, tryna catch one of ’em walkin’ (tryna catch one of ’em walkin’)
make sure you hit him in his face, make sure them people chalk him (make sure they chalk him)

- never broke again p yungin lil dump whogangdee lyrics

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