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Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
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Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
DJ Izzo & Matterafact
DJ Izzo & Matterafact
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Lyrics

Thug nigga 'til the end Tell a friend, bitch Thug nigga 'til the end Thug nigga 'til the end Yeah Shoutout to East New York Thug nigga 'til the end (uh), tell a friend, bitch (for sure) Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich (plus I, for sure) Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich (yeah) Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich (ES to the GN) Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch (know what I mean?) Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich Thug nigga 'til the end I've been on my grind, but the dope price is so high Put my brother through college off this ski mask shit Told him while he was in class, I'm with smokers lighting up glass dicks My white girl in the 'burbs, she like to shoot up Escaping her perfect life and the pampered way that she grew up I thought that our only mission on earth was getting our loot up But in the pursuit of happiness, parasites could pollute us Hard times, part-time jobs can't pay my Gas bill, light bill, niggas wanna take my Life in the streets over gold and chrome feet Police looking, but I'm cooking, ducking bullets all week Got a freak, I bag my dope at her apartment Spot done got hot 'cause her baby daddy like to start shit Knowing the whips get sprayed, MAC-11, AK-ed I'll be spittin' on your grave 'cause my grandmama raised a thug nigga Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch (bitch, for sure) Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich (for sure) Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch (nigga) Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich (plus I, shoutout to East New York, plus I) Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch (for sure) Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich (plus I, plus I been rich) Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch (uh, yeah, yeah) Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich (shoutout to East New York) Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him Front lawn got Porsches parked in it On it, rimmed it up, this is the business of owners Lifers, loners Rolling cones on the cover of the Rolling Stone, good morning Toke up as soon as we woke up Curb checked my low rider and I scraped my spokes up So I'm in that leisure suit, four-sixty Lexus on the set of loafers Smashing all them cockroaches on the corner Stomp a mudhole in the beat Bitch, look at me, Kodak moment Smoking one for Pimp C, sending Bun B a tweet Telling me and Gangsta Gibbs be in Texas next week Tell a man with the plants bring a bag to the suite I got a plan to get this cash, homes, this lick'll be sweet Got a cam in my motor, then ran niggas over To get to that paper, I'm sure your friends done told you Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch (Yeah) Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich (Jet Li-Li-Li-Li-Li-Li-Li-Life) Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich (Jet Li-Li-Li-Li-Li-Li-Li-Life) Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich (won't change for no paper, plus I) Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich (won't change for no paper) Thug nigga 'til the end Life Thug nigga 'til the end Thug nigga 'til the end Thug nigga 'til the end Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich
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