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Big Moe - Thug Thang lyrics
(Chorus: D-Reck & (1st Lady) - 2x) Let me see your hands raise, if you playa made Let the Screw bang, go on and do your thug thang (We can do it like this, we can do it like that You can hit it from the front) or I could hit it from the back [Dirty $] Gotti we gone slide down swang wide (aiight) We gone ride gray or peanut butter buck eyed Then we gone tip toe, so slow We gone wreck the slab for the dirty third coast Hell we gone post up, on the lot Fifth drop screens lit, trunk pop Stash spot, cash box, on vogue socks Old shoes chrome laces giving haters blues Banging what Screw, tell me what it do Shocking and rocking club and the thug and staying true [D-Gotti] I'ma do my thug thang, bang bang, chitty chitty chop With the stash unlocked, trunks staying hot HA, green sticky la, deep in the shop Cardiay kicking times It's a party baby bounce, bounce sugar hit the flo' I'm on the cool up in the fo', in the newest Gucci clothes Bout to drop it to the door, baguettes touching my navel Body rocking kinda slutty, served out like ?label? [Dirty $] We got, a stable full of pop [D-Gotti] That dish the satellite and throw cable at the spot [Dirty $] Up on the table if it's able to get wet like a mop [D-Gotti] And after we wreck the spot we can just ride (Chorus - 2x) [Big Pokey] I'ma do it like this, I'ma do it like that I can hit it from the front (or I could hit it from the back) I'ma put it in your crack, see how you act If you like it on your knees, you could have it for a snack I'm a fat mack, in a handy bag with a snub with em Broads like the way the fat mack do his thug thizzel When I hit em with my love then I got em [Big Moe] I'ma hit it from the top, I'ma put it in a bottle I'ma hit it from the back, the big black Casanova I'ma put it in your head and I'ma set it on your shoulders Syrup in the soda, talking bout the Barre Foreigner car, feeling like a fallen star Bout the menage 'tois ain't that what that Pokey said Never been scared, Southside'll leave you dead And call me Big Meaty, call me Big Meaty don't come into my room if you ain't gone get freaky Working on his boys, run through em like a tractor Out the Southside, Moe-Yo make the god damn adapter I ain't even quit, I'm doing mighty fast Sitting on glass, Moe-Yo showing my naked ass It's the Moe-Yo freestyle I'm so throwed Southside playa putting it down, cho-cho Playas get chosen, like M-O-E Put it in your middle yes the big body Riding big tractor, I'm a money stacker Out the Southside Moe-Yo I'm kinda actor Act a damn fool, on this damn tape Like Po-Yo said got them hoes screaming RAPE!!! |
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