Lyrics HoodRich Pablo Juan – Thug Life
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Hoodrich Pablo Juan:
Yeah, I got ice on me, I got money on me
I got them bitches on me, I got designer on me
Got my gun on me, I got drugs on me
I been juggin’, trappin’, all damn night
I been flippin’, cappin’, get my sack right
Bust down, yeah, nigga, flood this shit with ice
In the streets ain’t nothin’ nice, I’m livin’ the thug life, nigga
Yeah, nigga, thug life like I’m 2Pac
I’m strapped like a soldier in my Reeboks
Too many drugs, I need me a detox
One in the head, no safety, got to decock
I’m rockin’ Louis V with peacock
Rollie, AP, Hublot, got three clocks
The VVS diamonds, they look like bombs
Made the pack touch down like I’m Randy Moss
I’m drinkin’ that raw in my G-Star
Got killers with me that’ll knock you off
Bad bitch with me, she comin’ from Panama
Dope dealer, nigga, not a panhandler
Hold up, I’m finna pour me a Fanta up
Stuff the Backwood every time that I’m rollin’ up
Iced up, strapped up, please do not run up
I can’t relate to these niggas like Gunna
I do not know you niggas, I know numbers
I know the plug, nigga, not the runners
Thug life, got the block hot like the summer
I fuck with the big slime, nigga, anaconda
Fuckin’ your bitch, I forgot to use a condom
Cold hearted nigga with the heater on me
They locked up my niggas, free the homies
Yeah, I got ice on me, I got money on me
I got them bitches on me, I got designer on me
Got my gun on me, I got drugs on me
Dope man, dope man, I bet the plug know me
I been juggin’, trappin’, all damn night
I been flippin’, cappin’, get my sack right
Bust down, yeah, nigga, flood this shit with ice
In the streets ain’t nothin’ nice, I’m livin’ the thug life, nigga
Lil Dude:
I’m a thug, you a peon
I got guns, try to run
Hop out trucks with them sticks
Let ’em go, just for fun
I got the juice like Capri Sun
I’m in the big leagues, these niggas D1
Mix the Off White with Saint Laurent
Ooh, and I came through with a big drum
Hundred round drum, none less
Mini Draco, it might make a mess
Luciano, you ain’t passed the test
I know big homie, nigga, put your ass to rest
Gelato gas, I don’t rock with mid
Put the stick on your big homie if he bullshit
The shoot outs and bullshit, yeah, I be with it
Draco Diablo, El Jefe in it
Hoodrich Pablo Juan:
Yeah, I got ice on me, I got money on me
I got them bitches on me, I got designer on me
Got my gun on me, I got drugs on me
Dope man, dope man, I bet the plug know me
I been juggin’, trappin’, all damn night
I been flippin’, cappin’, get my sack right
Bust down, yeah, nigga, flood this shit with ice
In the streets ain’t nothin’ nice, I’m livin’ the thug life, nigga
