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[00:02.96] Yeah
[00:06.06] Thugger Thugger
[00:08.45] Got my broadie London in this mothafucker, man
[00:10.41] I'm telling ya this beat hard, this one hard as fuck, listen bro
[00:14.97] I go up up and away
[00:17.32] And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
[00:20.79] Plus I'm the realest nigga inside the A
[00:27.23] And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah
[00:30.42] And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
[00:33.97] And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga
[00:38.59] I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' nigga
[00:41.10] Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas
[00:43.71] Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother
[00:47.12] Fuck, nigga tripping, I'll get prison and fuck your father
[00:50.82] Imma tell 'em one the time, they ain't going farther
[00:54.30] I'm doing numbers
[00:55.39] I got bands in the bando
[00:56.96] And I'm beating David Banner
[00:58.56] And I'm smoking on Cabana
[01:00.44] Leanin', movin' slow as grandma
[01:03.01] Motor runnin', spent them commas, now it's thunder
[01:06.47] Count a hundred on a hunnid more, that's hunger
[01:09.81] Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungry
[01:14.52] Young Thugger got the munchies
[01:16.64] All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon
[01:20.04] Yeah, all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit
[01:24.91] Yah yah
[01:27.55] Pussy nigga know they can vomit
[01:29.48] I'm growing green me and Chi-Chi no pet
[01:32.83] I'm chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly
[01:35.66] And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah
[01:39.05] And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah
[01:42.79] And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga
[01:47.12] I got plenty ammo for your bumblin', nigga
[01:49.96] Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas
[01:52.37] Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother
[01:55.65] Fuck, nigga tripping, I get prison and fuck your father
[01:59.36] Imma tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
[02:02.70] I'm doing numbers
[02:05.67] Imma tell 'em one time
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[02:16.43] I can read your mind
[02:19.00] Pop, pop, pop, pop, bitch gon' run
[02:22.97] Brand new 24's bitch on climb
[02:26.35] You's a busta, mothafucka rhymes
[02:28.92] No sticky fingers, no porcupine
[02:33.10] Genius, I'll chase the day
[02:35.75] Wait, let me pick up his remains
[02:40.01] Let them gators get their prey
[02:43.48] Hold up, hold up, wait
[02:44.21] And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah
[02:47.56] And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah
[02:51.08] And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga
[02:55.79] I got plenty ammo for your bumblin', nigga
[02:58.37] Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas
[03:00.90] Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother
[03:04.33] Fuck, nigga tripping, I get prison and fuck your father
[03:07.91] Imma tell 'em one the time, they ain't going farther
[03:11.31] I'm doing numbers
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