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21 Savage - Thug Life (Official Audio)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Composer
Curtis Mayfield
Curtis Mayfield
Composer
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Composer
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Derrick Selby
Derrick Selby
Recording Engineer
Blake Harden
Blake Harden
Recording Engineer
Anthony Gonzalez
Anthony Gonzalez
Recording Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Recording Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Gordie Tumay
Gordie Tumay
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Letra

If Young Metro don't trust you Scrape the corner, buy a Rover C- inside my grandmas sofa Sunday, family coming over Move the c- behind the toaster Carry pistols with no holsters Trying not to be a poster You was listening to your coaches I was listening to the vultures And I slept with rats and roaches That's why I don't smoke no roaches N- tryna knock my focus Wonder why I'm sick of potion We happy dawg but we ain't jokin' Big bullets, we ain't poking In that p-, slow motion N-, ain't none of my songs wrote I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, n-, f- you Feel like 2Pac, thug life, n-, f- you If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you Dog ass b-, I knew I never should've trust you H- stab a n- in the back like the streets do Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you N- quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through Gang, gang, screaming "F- you, they want to eat you" My son got asthma, grandma having spasms F- the chatter, he gon' tattle, put 'em on the platter Snakes plotting on my downfall I can hear 'em rattle (That f- n- gone flop, man, 21 ain't even no real n-, f- that n-) We sticking to the G code, n- we ain't beefin' over freak h- I hit her on the D low, yeah she like my steelo That n- think that he a bully, do him like Craig did Deebo 30-round hangin' out the big Glock N-, no six shots, shootin' 'til the clip stops You a lil' cat, I'm a big dog N-, when we pullin' up the stick's out Too much money got 'em pissed off N-, I'ma pull up at yo b- house F- a n- b- to get a kick out it N- pop P-, gon' get a kick out it Drinking on syrup with my d- out Glock-17 with the d- out I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, n-, f- you Feel like 2Pac, thug life, n-, f- you If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you Dog a- b-, I knew I never should've trust you H- stab a n- in the back like the streets do Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you N- quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through Gang, gang, screaming "F- you, they want to eat you" All my tint presidential, like I'm Trump, dawg Secret service shooters, leave a n- slumped, dawg Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg Bust it down, break it down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg Made man stamp, I got 21 stamp In my face, Teetee and Taytay in the same count I was down, bad, and now I'm shining like a lamp You put a ring on her, she ain't nothing but a tramp The kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house We 'bout that gunplay, n-, motherf- 'yo count 19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12's and an amp Beating down Glenwood, n-, feeling like a champ N-, we ain't takin' no deals Lil n- we ain't snitchin', we ain't making no sound Used to jump n-, now we jumping in a crowd Used to make my mama cry, but now I make her proud I remember rainy days but now she like the sound I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, n-, f- you Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, n-, f- you If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you Dog a- b-, I knew I never should've trust you H- stab a n- in the back like the streets do Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you N- quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through Gang, gang, screaming "F- you, they want to eat you"
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Curtis Mayfield, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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