Sexy Thug (Live)

I’m from the streets

I’m still a creep

I need a freak

That can deep the whole nine

You don’t want the smoke

Ya man a joke

N64

Imma blow like Golden Eye

I’m just a Sexy thug

I’m not ya man b****

I’m just a Sexy Thug

I’m not ya man b****

I’m getting hate

He think it’s fake

Im getting cake

And my b**** is thick as fuck

Get super high

She wanna ride

I came inside

And you been was trying to f***

I’m just a Sexy thug

I’m not ya man b****

I’m just a Sexy Thug

I’m not ya man b****

I touch down loud pack blowing mad gas

We could really get along if her ass fat

I experiment on her like a lab rat

If she act up throw in her in trash bag

**** act up Suge Diddy blast that

Phil riding shotgun with the shotgun

Heard you got that but you never shot one

If you cold imma ya ass a hot one

More money mo problems think I need God

But i can’t see **** book of Eli

Try to save black people idk how

Don’t know if jack rob or I’m black rob

Yiggaman too hot for the streets now

Shawn Michaels in the club get beat down

If you see a cop mad put the weed out

If he ice grill imma pull the heat out

I got the hoes

I go to war

And my thugs we gon ride

I’m from the rock

I got a glock

I shoot you up

Wanna rump then come fight

I’m just a Sexy thug

I’m not ya man b****

I’m just a Sexy Thug

I’m not ya man b****