[Verse 1: Jay Rock] Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch I'm thuggin' and these bitches love it Doing me, she doing me cause a nigga buzzin' Hundred killers, hundred goons they be tripping out It ain't nothing, push a button, then they whipping out Hood stars, pushing Regal's, that's a real car Flag you down, I'll hit you up, let me know who you are Mystery, two eleven sent you mystery Don't mention me, if them pigs in your facility Five star, general, felonies, criminals All inside my videos, street niggas, here yeah go Yeahhhh, yeah it's going down For my niggas in them bushes with them chopper rounds Hit the club turnt up and shut that bitch down Throwing chips in the air, like poker lounge Yeahhhh, whatchu know about it Ask my Momma and my homies yeah, they know I'm 'bout it
[Hook: Jay Rock] Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch I'm thuggin' got these bitches buggin' Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch I'm thuggin' and they want my loving Bitch I'm thuggin', hugs and kisses got you bitches mugging Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch I'm thuggin' even when I'm clubbin'
[Bridge 1: Jay Rock] L.A., (bitch I'm thuggin') To the Bay, (bitch I'm thuggin') Diego, (bitch I'm thuggin') Portland, O, (bitch I'm thuggin') Seattle, (bitch I'm thuggin') Minnesota, (bitch I'm thuggin') The Chi-Town, (bitch I'm thuggin') And my Boston crowd, (bitch I'm thuggin')
[Verse 2: Jay Rock] In my projects hustling, watching niggas cooking Steady serving, informants looking We play it off, they play it off Them motha fuckas crooked, we just pay 'em off Put them chickens in your city, let 'em marinate Watch it bubble man, Christmas is my birthday I'm feelin' myself, I'm addicted to mirrors Got a thang for them thousands, I'm attracted to millions Bitch watch the ceiling, I'm sky high Connected around the world, call me WiFi We walk up, y'all drive-by He chalked up, gimme high-five Swear to God I'm on a money spree, come with me Show you how to make a couple dollars off a quarter ki Yeahhhh, it's going down For my niggas on the corners who be holding pounds
[Verse 3: Jay Rock] Dope shit, dope shit, fiends over dosing Get your dosage for the low Spend your dough up 'til you broke Shop, open twenty-four, powder bags, powder bags All over the floor, a lot of cash, lot of cash Bitch I need a four, now go and get my glass Fill it with Henne and Sprite, I gotta make a hundred racks tonight Feds tryna' expedite, that's a lot of pressure right Sike, niggas breaking even, you rookies don't stretch it right Scales all digital, triple beam, triple beam Visual, Big, Pac, whipping up a miracle See you clowns politicking, so I got them choppers in my Impala while I'm dipping like a primo, the Watts Nino Brown in my cup, nigga I don't give a fuck Like I'm castrated, I'm past faded Yeahhhh, yeah it's going down For my niggas on they hustle out there holding pounds Body builders with the great white (?) sharks Gotta light a dark, daylight or dark
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[Bridge 3: Jay Rock] New York, (bitch I'm thuggin') Miami, (bitch I'm thuggin') Philly nigga, (bitch I'm thuggin') Virginia nigga, (bitch I'm thuggin') Baltimore, (bitch I'm thuggin') Louisiana, (bitch I'm thuggin') Cleveland, (bitch I'm thuggin') Denver, (bitch I'm thuggin')Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
