Текст (слова) песни: Trick Daddy f Tre6 - Thug Holiday

[Trick Daddy]
Until the day a nigga D-I-E-
I`ll be forever thuggin baby
Ever since I fucking
These bitches loved it baby
Still got the chron son
I used to be drug dealer
X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga
Around here we smoke a bitch I still book `em heavy
Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh)
That don`t mean I sold my chevy
I love my seven-trey , I talk to `em everyday
I ride around `em cool, I walk be `em yesterday
I`m from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys at
Come through with that bullshit,
My niggas don`t gonna handle dat
I fuck with no bustas, my game is straight must-a
So if you fuckin with us
We`ll hit you up with K Cutters
I feels no niggas
But I pitch no hittas
Throw curve balls at they ass
They gonna watch `em go get em
I`m now the coo guy up the street up the block from em`
I used to up my glocks on em, then take they blocks from em`
Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
When my niggaz and bitches
Go from rags to riches
It`ll be thug life and y`all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches
Go from rags to riches
It`ll be thug life again, so ride with me

[Tre-6]
(Uh-ohh)
C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo
Pull out my dick and piss on hoes
In ya face while I spit these flows
Like you ain`t know, nigga we kick down doors to get that dough
Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough
And we gonna get mo`
For sho`, you know dat cheddar make it betta
And its thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha
Like dun-a Dun-a
Nigga dem rags to riches
Wit` your boy C-O Money Mark, T double-D so bitch don`t go

[Money Mark]
So nigga rolls, so every motha fucka get down the floors
Get away from all your doors and windows
Cause a nigga done passed wit` a .44
And im`a let it go, like --boom--
Betta break ya-self, I can`t take myself
But killa, nigga, won`t have to make myself
And i`ll come to ya wake myself
I won`t send no dogs, no friends, no loot,
No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit
Just a note that say, he.. through
Now, now thanks to you,
Me and tre gotta make up for these times lost
We bout` that cash, we on that ass
So let them 9`s off

[Chorus]

[Trick Daddy]
So mutha-fucking sicka, stupid hoes and fuck niggas
Snitches and bitches, yo hold on I`m gon` kill `em
And I`m just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep em
So I just peep em`, lay back and I book my reefa
I`m a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols
I got the choppers that i`ll bring down and won`t miss ya
You want a nigga that gives a fuck about a bitch
Unless you sucking the fucking ho and tryin` to get rich
I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out
Who can shoot a nigga best
A bitch about stacks ho
All this complaining ho, bitch about that
Ever since I hold a benz, bitch be all in my face
Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this

[Chorus]

Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
Thug life again so ride wit me

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Trick Daddy f Tre6 - Thug Holiday [Trick Daddy] Until the day a nigga D-I-E- I`ll be forever thuggin baby Ever since I fucking These bitches loved it baby Still got the chron son I used to be drug dealer X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga Around here we smoke a bitch I still book `em heavy Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh) That don`t mean I sold my chevy I love my seven-trey , I talk to `em everyday I ride around `em cool, I walk be `em yesterday I`m from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys at Come through with that bullshit, My niggas don`t gonna handle dat I fuck with no bustas, my game is straight must-a So if you fuckin with us We`ll hit you up with K Cutters I feels no niggas But I pitch no hittas Throw curve balls at they ass They gonna watch `em go get em I`m now the coo guy up the street up the block from em` I used to up my glocks on em, then take they blocks from em` Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this [Chorus: repeat 2X] When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and y`all still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride with me [Tre-6] (Uh-ohh) C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo Pull out my dick and piss on hoes In ya face while I spit these flows Like you ain`t know, nigga we kick down doors to get that dough Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough And we gonna get mo` For sho`, you know dat cheddar make it betta And its thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha Like dun-a Dun-a Nigga dem rags to riches Wit` your boy C-O Money Mark, T double-D so bitch don`t go [Money Mark] So nigga rolls, so every motha fucka get down the floors Get away from all your doors and windows Cause a nigga done passed wit` a .44 And im`a let it go, like --boom-- Betta break ya-self, I can`t take myself But killa, nigga, won`t have to make myself And i`ll come to ya wake myself I won`t send no dogs, no friends, no loot, No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit Just a note that say, he.. through Now, now thanks to you, Me and tre gotta make up for these times lost We bout` that cash, we on that ass So let them 9`s off [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] So mutha-fucking sicka, stupid hoes and fuck niggas Snitches and bitches, yo hold on I`m gon` kill `em And I`m just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep em So I just peep em`, lay back and I book my reefa I`m a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols I got the choppers that i`ll bring down and won`t miss ya You want a nigga that gives a fuck about a bitch Unless you sucking the fucking ho and tryin` to get rich I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out Who can shoot a nigga best A bitch about stacks ho All this complaining ho, bitch about that Ever since I hold a benz, bitch be all in my face Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this [Chorus] Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Thug life again so ride wit me Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Thug Holiday: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/12827.html Все тексты песен: Trick Daddy f Tre6 » Trick Daddy f Tre6 - Noodle » Trick Daddy f Tre6 - Thugs Are Us » Trick Daddy f Tre6 - Rags to Riches » Trick Daddy f Tre6 - Thug Holiday Рекомендуем скачать: » Олег Щетников - Русская рулетка » Ольга Чикина - Скверик и немой памятник поэту... » Ольга Запрудина - Кто-то привык к заседаниям в Думах... » Олег Рубанский - Улетай... Это грустно... Ну, что ж, улетай за далекие горы... » Олег Куприев - Снегурочка » Олег Задорожный - И. Соколовскому » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Кафе » Ольга Афраймович - Железное кольцо (песня) » Олег Куприев - Разговор с перепутным камнем » Облачный край, Сергей Богаев - Девушка с прозрачной кожей » Олег Лубягин - Как давно я топчу, видно по каблуку... » Олег Митяев - Давай с тобой поговорим, прости, не знаю, как зовут... » Олег Лубягин - Сумев отгородиться от людей... » Ольга Зарубина - Ты приехал » Оскар - Бег по острию ножа » Олег Лубягин - Стелющаяся полого грунтовая дорога... » Ольга Лунева - Осень » О.Газманов - Офицеры » Олег Осипов - Поезд » Ольга Залесская - Одни проповедуют дьявола...
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