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Mastamind - Thug World lyrics
What?! Let's Go, lets ride Fuck wrong with this nigga? Fuck this nigga tryin ta do somethin? Gimme the motherfuckin keys, let's go Got this nigga right, y'all mothafuckaz ready to ride We gonna take this bitch downtown By 7 mile west to east, pull up to the club Park this bitch on the curb, its like UH, another day another hit I'm on some other shit Um, stay up off my maw buckin dick Too, if you got issues with me, don't make me diss you Tell yo bitch to come here, I like what her lips do Gangsta mental, never sentimental Hollar out the window bitch what you tryin ta get into I got minimal love for women who fuck Ride wit me tonight, bitch and hit me when ya grow up Suckas lookin at me mean, cause my shit clean I'm sick a this scene, but not sick a gettin me screens Its in my blood now, sex money and drugs now Its fucked up now, the world is run by thugs now (CHORUS) HO! HO! HO! Its fucked up "Its fucked up" The world is run by thugs now HO! HO! HO! We like what now? "WHAT?!" The world is run by thugs now Aw shit the nights young, disciples done Might as well clear out, the cops might come Fuckin blue lights, with the red in em The shit we do at night? Cops say fuck it cause we done scared em How they expect us to ride, turn this thug shit off in known light Jeckyl and Hyde shit for the rest of my life I'mma be reckless and high, check the eyes Better be some bitches on the set when we arrive Quick to say this party dead, too many hard days The only thing that starts is a carnival of carnage And I just came to gain, see what this hoes talkin bout Get into a gang a thangs Y'all suckas ain't sayin shit can't see me Who you talkin to? Don't let me hafta buck at you Break somethin off in you I'm down for that Detroit dogshit We could destroy all this if you call it Y'all talk shit I'm walkin c'mon (CHORUS) I'm worth bout 10 in the industry 20 mil in the streets That Natas nigga with the hottest product dealin the sweets We make ya head hurt when he network this punk Mastamind and I pledge to kick this bitch on junk The party don't start without me don't diss or doubt me When I'm in the house its all about me, mothafucka Put my shit on the curb, when I finish the swerve Hop out bumpin that Natas shit ya heard We make it sound like the ground might break We get down like the biggest niggas holdin down weight Its a duty to me I raise my right hand and truly believe Nothin but that wicked shit rule the streets (CHORUS)(4x) |
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