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thugga massina - satisfied lyrics

[intro]
every time i make a run girl you turn around and cry
i ask myself why oh why?

[hook]
these n-ggas satisfied on the porch, these n-ggas satisfied smoking dope
i guess they satisfied being broke
satisfied on their d-ck, ain’t that a b-tch?
i won’t be satisfied ‘til i’m rich – this real sh-t
if i wasn’t rapping, i’d be selling dope, if i wasn’t trapping, i’d be kicking doors
‘cause i ain’t satisfied being broke
satisfied on my d-ck, i need a l!ck
i won’t be satisfied ‘til i’m rich – that’s real sh-t

[verse 1]
i grind in the streets and grind in the sheets
i need a mouth guard ‘cause i grind in my sleep
my mama say she knew i was the beast since the sonogram
told her i ain’t find out ‘til they gave your son a gram
f-ck uncle sam, pay my t-thes with them eyes
like deuce bigelow, cakes and pies, cakes and pies
i bet the other side got some beautiful gardens
i’m getting sick and tired of walking into an apartment
it’s like i’m martin – so that’s the girl next door?
and moving on up is bruh-man from the 5th floor?
sh-t, if that’s all we got to live for
then i’m willing to die trying to get more
a schitzo finna blow, i expect the anger
you n-ggas talkers, i’m a walker like texas ranger
i told my angel we gon’ make it, just be patient
she said even a muslim gotta bring home the bacon

[verse 2]
5 years from now, i just see me getting fetti
i see my whole team gucci with a bigger belly
i see a bad foreign b-tch with my dinner ready
and you n-ggas can’t see ahead like wizard kelly
you petty, see i’m the type to grind ‘til i’m full
you n-ggas half -ss like a mule
i said f-ck school, so now it’s either trapper or rapper
and i ain’t taking no shorts like i’m going to alaska
when i wake up in the morning, gotta get that dough
i gotta push that yola, gotta whip that c0ke
a n-gga play with my money – what you did that for?
i got a truckload of hundreds but i need much more
yeah i’m a greedy motherf-cker, i got an appet-te
i can’t be pacified, this where my p-ssion lies
i need the fastest ride, i want the baddest bride
can’t do the cl-ssifieds, i just ain’t satisfied

[outro]
every time i make a run girl you turn around and cry
i ask myself why oh why?
see you must understand i can’t work a 9 to 5
i ain’t satisfied

- thugga massina lyrics

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