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thugger
Hip-Hop/Rap
thugger was released on May 18, 2025 by 9562553 Records DK as a part of the album Lost files v2
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Release DateMay 18, 2025
Label9562553 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM148

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nixon Vadasy
Nixon Vadasy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nixon Vadasy
Nixon Vadasy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nixon Vadasy
Nixon Vadasy
Engineer

Lyrics

(Just for now)
I got pink Molly water pour it in the Sprite
(Sprite)
I know bad bitches they just wanna have a good night
Who gonna tell me shit when I'm rich and living my best life
Yea you boys you ain't on shit, I get money stackin' up my chips
I got diamonds all between my lips, fuckin' bitches, yeah, I won't kiss
Sippin wok, never sippin tris, I know my pain is ignorant bliss
Gotta dirty bitch, she gon' swallow my kids
Choppa aim at you I'm never gon' miss
Everyone hate me, I feel like I'm Chris
They don't think I can rap, but I'm just a shit
And my pockets stay fat stuffed with the shrimp
I got my glockie gonna make em limp
Rockin designer, bape and ape a fit
She say I can't take it, bitch, it's just the tip
Bitch, you don't no smoke don't get in the mix
Ball like melo, I play for the Knicks
You get cut up like a slit to the wrist
And I stay cuttin' money, I'm cuttin' blue tips
All this money, but I'll never trip
I'm in first, never last, always gon win
On the block, keep the glock in my hip
And my brothers gon' get you like I sent the hit
My shooters surround you aint gonna make it
Got the ap on me, yea it's filled with baguettes
Feel like a pilot, I'm fly as it gets
Aim it at his feet, I'm makin' him dance
Yea he seen the stick, got him shittin' his pants
Choppa on me like it's Afghanistan
Crank out the function, its gettin a lil crammed
Dunk on they head like it's nba jam
Yeah, I'm on one yeah I'm maybe off ten
Fuckin' bitches, then I'm fuckin' her friends
Countin' money, switch my right to the left
I got crazy beats, but I don't make dubstep
Step, step, step
AZ what I fuckin' rep
You know that I'm up next
Steady workin' like I'm hittin' chest
Play a bitch like a 3Ds
Need me a mill not nothing less
She sayin' nixon yeah, you the best
On a private plane, I'm in Budapest
Yeah, models on me when they plane touching down
Countin' money, she wanna know the amount
Can't cuff the bitch, I can't get tied down
You talk too much, bitch, just pipe down
I'm rollin' blunts, yeah, I'm smokin' that loud
I'm a terrifier, yeah, bitch I'm art the clown
If you do some sneak shit, we gon' find out
Runnin em down with this blick I get a chop on me
know you gettin' hit, I stay with my bros
Know we gettin' lit yeah, we poppin' shit
She like the way that I'm swaggin
Pull up in a coupe, high fashion , yeah
200 on the fuckin' digit dash yeah
I ran a red light and I almost crashed
Yea I'm only goin' up, I'm gonna get better
And my VVS wet, need an umbrella
All my bitches want me, cause I'm gettin' them wetter
200 shots up in a Beretta
New whip and the seats leather
With a white bitch said her name heather
That bitch down bad get your shit together
Pull up in a coupe, top down don't care bout weather
She talkin' like, damn, it's too big to measure
Don't give a fuck if that bitch getting pleasure
I'm in a new world, not talkin' bout the nether
Put it in ink, And I write that bitch a letter
Like that bitch stink like, who gonna tell her
I'm up in NY, yeah, Rockefeller
I got my straight bitch, stay trippin
Bullets in the air, bringin' the clips in
I ball on the court bitch Scottie Pippen
Shot him in the leg, got that boy limping
Got like 20 bitches yea im steady pimpin
When that boy rap, all I hear is crickets
Got saint Laurent like I was a Christian
Yeah, it's my turn now, yeah, you better listen
Get em cut like a fade yeah, you cannot fix it
put my wrist in it, yeah, I'm cuttin' up, mixin
(Time to rest
Count to ten
Locked your head
I think something is burning
Now you've ruined the hallway)
Written by: Nixon Palmer Vadasy
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