Lirik

Price way Thuggin' foreal, You know I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin' foreal Aye Price, I be thuggin' foreal You know I'm thuggin' foreal I'm thuggin' foreal These niggaz be buggin' foreal You must be a fool if you think I ain't bussin' foreal I get that shit how I live Hop in the Booth Spit that fire, this shit ain't no drill Yeah this that shit they gon' feel My dawg told me do that shit big I feel like Shaquille Aye, cappin' (They cappin',they cappin',they cappin') Stop talkin' that shit that you don't do I put in work on the Pro Tools (I put that shit on the street) I bless the mic wid my vocals This shit would prolly touch your soul too I got hittaz, niggaz, I got soldiers I got bitches always tryna fuck me Damn, dat bitch dusty Fuck her one night, now she say that she love me I had to tell that bitch don't get too comfy Soon as I nut, bitch i'm back in the Country Rollin' up Gas, this shit ain't no Lumbi Light that shit up Ooo dat bitch funky Fuck it, this THC got my nose runnin' Please don't run up on a nigga, we gunnin' Ready or not, tell them niggaz we comin' Walk wid them sticks in the streets, we be drummin' Just like the heart beats Niggaz dying as quick as they heart beat Dump his ass in the sea, let the sharks feast Niggaz know about Price, I a born Beast Hit the road, I strapped up like a car seat So much smoke in the whip, bitch i can't see Baddest bitch wid me look like a Barbie I cannot fuck wid her (Aye) Look, I cannot fuck wid her if she ain't bossy Disrespect, bitch, I don't let that fuck pass me Plus I move solo, I don't need no Posse But I got troupes, just like the Army And they 'gon shoot, this fuck ain't no dance be Youngins, they quick to pull up wid a 40 Three to yah fitted, you don't stand a chance be I grew up on the Hillside I know some niggaz that did time Same niggaz told me Big Slime Only bars you should be behind is when you spit rhymes Wah the fuck does go on wid these lil guys They gon' hate to see me do it big time Like Keem and Soul, I keep a ill mind But don't worry bout me dawg, I been fine Price, I Be thuggin' foreal You know I'm thuggin' foreal I'm thuggin' foreal These niggaz be buggin' foreal You must be a fool if you think I ain't bussin' foreal I get that shit how I live Hop in the booth, spit that fire This shit ain't no drill Yeah, this that shit they gon' feel My dawg told me do that shit big I feel like Shaquille And this right here, this just in case you young punks forget Just keep your fuckin' loose change and pay me my Respect This that real Z6ne shit Original money makers In the building You feel me? (Haaahaha) Get the fuck outta here
Writer(s): Bjorn Herbert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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