Young Thug
Young Thug - 1017 Thug3 Intro lyrics
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Ey man, what's happening? 1017 Thug 3: The Finale, it's finito, the trilogy Keep seeking, we got 1017 Thug 1 Made sure y'all get 1017 Thug 2 and 3, The Finale Trilogy, also look out for The Purple Album And Thugga Mane LaFlare We appreciate your purchases Made you get 1017 Thug 3 You can see (?) Beast mode Lifestyle, lipo Run up on a young thugga playing And I'mma burn your head like Michael Kimbo, slice those Arms off of his body Yesterday I was broke, today I got M's No Illuminati Los Angeles lifestyle, I left a dude for the fishers Fuck nigga, you a rat, you got whiskers You full of it, I'm an emperor Leave em in the attic, no temper Rap around his chest like spenders Then open up like it's Christmas Live life, a number 7 I'm not Mike Vick, but I'm a G Like 1000, speaking 1000 I spend 1000, on my trousers Smoking white boys, eight milers In the mountains is where they found us I pray the critics stay behind us And we ain't gay anyway Only ladies can climb us I pull through your set, you hear cops, you hear bust You hear sticks, you hear tecs, we shoot heads, we shoot necks M16, they come through the vest And they come for your soul and they come for your flesh They turn white [?] a mess We tryna hit you, a knife on your leg We come in the noon, we come in the morning We try leave you sick like you just caught pneumonia I redo your hair, but not with [?] I dive in your bitch, I might have a cowbunga I wet up your block like my mama's tsumani No sperm, but I'm selling everything coming Booker T Washington, it's history Your nickname Scooby Doo, cause you's a mystery Let my nigga wrapper rap em like a cypher Webster, we come in your home And you better come out and stop her (Thugga)