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Thug Passion
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Thug Passion was released on January 29, 2021 by Bad Domination / EMPIRE as a part of the album Trap Art
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Release DateJanuary 29, 2021
LabelBad Domination / EMPIRE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Free my brudda out that muhfucka
Shout out, my dawg, yeah, that's my mud brudda
I call 'em Snupe, 'cause thats my lil' brudda
Any one of us snitch I want him dead
Fuck it, put a price on his head
Yeah, it's a real reason I ain't dead
[Verse 2]
Shed tears for all my ****
But it's fuck whoever folded on me
Beefin' with my own homies for fuckin' up the politic
I was just a young hooper dreamin' of a scholarship
Turnt to a young shooter bussin' at the opposite
Northside ties, how the fuck can I get rid of it?
**** wanna see me die, bitches wanna see me broke
But I can't go out like no ho, fulfilling my daughter dream
This is all I wanted in my life, this shit like make-believe
[Verse 3]
Making money, fuckin' bad bitches is my only problem
Wanna hit the club with all my **** and pop a bottle
You got that champagne on rocks, I'm sippin' Duse
Know how to maintain my body, my liver loose
You better not fuck without no condom, that bitch a goose
I might just pull up in a Phantom, like peek-a-boo
I might just throw her fifty bands depending on my mood
I might as well crash the 'Rarri and buy another coupe
Bitch, don't call me Haiti Babii, this that murder mook
Call you a bitch like yo' big brudda
That's why you mad, I got mo' money than my OGs, but I'm still humble
Act like you trippin', boy, I see that shit on Facebook
[Verse 4]
I hope you make it out the hood just like I did
I hope good fortune, I hope you is a real ****
Be about that shit you rap about, be true to you
Don't be telling lies when your life is televised
That shit that you throwin' up in the club gon' get you killed
Throw your body in a trunk smelling like some spoiled milk
It's a shit bag for everybody thinking that they him
I'll pull up to your hood on my own, don't need no help
I'ma put Stockton on the map until my fuckin' heart stop
Bitch, I'm stickin' to the code until my head meet a Glock
Bitch, it's feds on the block, for fifty bands he get popped
Gimme the keys, gimme the weed, gimme the lean
You know I'm passin' out
[Verse 5]
What's that in your cup?
Alizé and Hennessy, pourin' Dom Perignon for the memories
Like this is all I wanted in my life, this shit like make-believe
Sheddin' all these tears for my **** whoever folded on me
[Verse 6]
What's that in your cup?
Alizé and Hennessy, pourin' Dom Perignon for the memories
This is all I wanted in my life, this shit like make-believe
Sheddin' all these tears for my **** whoever folded on me
[Verse 7]
Shed tears for all my ****
Shed tears for all my ****
But it's fuck whoever folded on me
Shed tears for all my ****
I'm like, fuck whoever
I'm like, fuck whoever
Shed tears for all my ****
I'm like, fuck whoever, you doubted me
I know you're proud of me
Mom, I know you're proud of me
Slippin' down on me
Shed tears for all my ****
But it's fuck whoever folded on me
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