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Thug For It Lyrics - Artist : Larry June
It's 10: 30 in the morning
Sunday, March 31st San Francisco, California Just had to document that Let's go I'm back, feelin' motivated (I'm back, feelin' motivated) Fuck fame, lil' nigga, let's play a money game (Off top) Fuck is clout, nigga? (Fuck is clout, bitch ass nigga?) These niggas credit card fraud, I'm a hustler, man (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I believe in miracles (I believe in miracles, baby) But I still grind like Tony Hawk in '98, my money straight Dedication (Dedication, keep goin', nigga) Talkin' numbers with the bitch (Yeah), Mastro's reservation Add me up, player shit (Player shit, yeah) Playin' basketball in my building with straight techies and shit (Techies and shit) I like 'em low-key (Low-key) If I bring you to my crib, baby, don't be takin' pictures and shit What's the deal, love? (What's the deal?) I've been peepin' your Instagram and seen that you been yourself, love You just need a plan, baby (Tap in), check I can be your motivation, baby (Check, quit playin') They don't make 'em like me no more, I'm real real player with it Count a hundred thousand, go and eat with my lady friend Valet the whip, orange guts, this that custom shit (Off top) That money just hit a little different when you thug for it So long (Yeah, check) That money just hit a little different when you thug for it I been in this game so long (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, check) So long (I can shed a tear on this motherfuckin' beat It's been a long time comin') I been in this game so long (Still got a ways to go, shit crazy, though Check it out, yeah yeah, uh) I need this fish tank in my living room vibes You left me at my lowest, baby, I can't even lie But it's always love, you went hard for the kid But whoever would've thought you'd fall in love with a trick? (Goddamn) Creating paradise with these flows, stay on my toes Goin' hard 'til a nigga get that Rolls, after that I hustle more They looked down, I got stronger I'm a motherfuckin' beast, it ain't shit that can hold me On this road by my lonely, even family turned on me Got this blammin' thing on me, so I wish a nigga would Bounced out lookin' clean, make sure the 'fit good With this pineapple smoothie, bitch, you know I taste good They don't make 'em like me no more, I'm real real player with it Count a hundred thousand, go and eat with my lady friend Valet the whip, orange guts, this that custom shit (Off top) That money just hit a little different when you thug for it So long (Yeah, check) That money just hit a little different when you thug for it I been in this game so long (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, check) So long (I can shed a tear on this motherfuckin' beat It's been a long time comin') I been in this game so long (Still got a ways to go, shit crazy, though) |
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