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    I be the Thugga
    Who are you?
    I don't know, I don't know
    Ay, ay

    Rosé goin' right inside the kitchen
    I might be a lame if I don't pay that ho tuition
    I find out like two weeks ago that I was pimp
    I don't stack that shit by the four ‘cause I’m not a shrimp

    Man I do it, put that shit on everything she know I do it
    Fuck that work I might not do it (Psyche!)
    Like my daddy or the school, I might listen to it

    My clothes they by Elizabeth Taylor baby
    Fuck on your lil bitch and get to moving with the skaters baby
    I can go around the bitch like equators baby
    And I feel free like the mothafuckin' nature baby

    That lil bitch fit the description like a blazer baby
    And she from L.A. just like the mothafuckin' Laker baby
    Imma fire shots off like I know Brian Nichols
    I just might ride or die for my niggas

    They talkin' life sentence I'll try with my niggas
    And I will beat trial with my niggas
    How you gon' eye my niggas?
    Tell me, how you gon' try my niggas?
    How you goin' back and forth ‘bout my niggas?
    Flaws and all my nigga

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    Flaws and all, fell in wit my dawgs
    Flaws and all, even with my paw
    Versace drawers for your broad
    Flaws and all

    Rosé goin right inside the kitchen
    I might be a lame if I don't pay that ho tuition
    I find out like two weeks ago that I was pimp
    I don't stack that shit by the four ‘cause I’m not a shrimp

    Man I do it, put that shit on everything she know I do it
    Fuck that work I might not do it (Psyche!)
    Like my daddy or the school, I might listen to it

    Tell me how you see a nigga take the spots, and knock a nigga straight off his spots
    I mean how the fuck you think you gon beat the Thugger
    Defeat the Thugger, Don’t bleach Young Thugger
    I mean how the fuck, you’ll need the Thugger

    You’ll please the Thugger, you’ll eat the Thugger
    No leasing Thugger, yeah, No leasing Thugger
    The bitch so clean it's a shame no one love her
    Yeah, never love these bitches

    When I ran my' money up I started duckin' these bitches
    She eat the dick so much, I ain't never seen the bitch in the mofuckin' kitchen
    Baby I love you, in a house full of grown folks, baby I love you
    Swear to God, you my bread & butter

    You can get my all if the Feds destroy us
    I'ma keep my feet in these streets
    Like a “d” we can go straight overseas
    Put purple in my brain just like a leaf

    If the bitch got class, yea she can come with me
    I ain't gotta tell these hoes, they know I’m prince of the city
    I just might pull up with bad bitches and take em to the trenches

    Rosé goin right inside the kitchen
    I might be a lame if I don't pay that ho tuition
    I find out like two weeks ago that I was pimp
    I don't stack that shit by the four ‘cause I’m not a shrimp

    Man I do it, put that shit on everything she know I do it
    Fuck that work I might not do it (Psyche!)
    Like my daddy or the school, I might listen to it

    Flaws and all, fell in wit my dawgs
    Flaws and all, even with my paw
    Versace drawers for your broad
    Flaws and all

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    Composition: Young Thug

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