Thug Tears Songtext
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Thug Tears Songtext
You′re freaking
You're a flipper
Yeah
Woah! All kinds of shit
(You think you know me)
Weed, crack, and dope
(Da-damn, Peggy!)
God I feel fucking terrible
All I need is rest (throw up)
I am uncontested
How can I confess this?
Watch how I finesse (′bout 100 bands)
How you so invested?
This can't be your best, 'cause
I am not impressed
Bullets through my body
I′m a different shawty
You my favorite mess (every time I come around, it′s like you dump the bands)
Bitch I'm never pressed (I can′t believe in anything)
Keep a fresh bic
Ride down 86
Hit!
Roll deep like the ket
Bitch I'm "Smoke"
Too fly in the whip
Hit!
Fake news
We ain′t pressed
Is it safe now?
Got my trey pound
In case a bitch wanna test
(Okay team, follow my command)
Yeet! (Work hard)
I'm bout yeet on these niggas! (Work, work)
I feel like I′m about to throw up
Yeet
Work hard
Twerk hard
26 no kids, yea (tears)
Talk shit, back it up
No fades
Throw shade
Whole game
Look a damn mess (yeet)
Aye, fuck the cappin', look
No stress
I'm vexed
What the fuck is my appearance (what′s he sayin′?)
I keep it ratchet (I keep it ratchet)
I like 'em YesJulz moaning
Like a actress (damn that′s a actress)
Ain't got no standards (Nah)
I′m kinda passive (right, young)
Young Rich Swann
We gon' cash in (we gon′ cash in)
Dust off them ratchets (ratchet, ratchet)
We got some action (that got some ratch)
I'm on the main line (oh)
I'm tryna catch ′em (okay)
Look, I wish, I wish a nigga would, man
Look, I wish a nigga would try to test me
I wish a nigga would go against me
I′m a thug, I don't play with no rap beef
Fuck around, end up on a backstreet
And I done cried so many times
Look, man
I wish, wooosh
I wish a nigga would try to test me
I wish a nigga would go against me
I′m a thug, I don't play with no rap beef
Fuck around, end up on a backstreet
And I done cried so many times
I done did so many crimes (don′t kill me)
No time, y'all gassed up for the new line
Ugh
I′ll make a nigga cry at his own pad
I'll make a nigga cry for his dead dad
I'll make a nigga cry for his fat wife
I′ll make a nigga cry for
I′ll make a nigga cry for help
I'll make a nigga cry for himself (thug tears)
You're a flipper
Yeah
Woah! All kinds of shit
(You think you know me)
Weed, crack, and dope
(Da-damn, Peggy!)
God I feel fucking terrible
All I need is rest (throw up)
I am uncontested
How can I confess this?
Watch how I finesse (′bout 100 bands)
How you so invested?
This can't be your best, 'cause
I am not impressed
Bullets through my body
I′m a different shawty
You my favorite mess (every time I come around, it′s like you dump the bands)
Bitch I'm never pressed (I can′t believe in anything)
Keep a fresh bic
Ride down 86
Hit!
Roll deep like the ket
Bitch I'm "Smoke"
Too fly in the whip
Hit!
Fake news
We ain′t pressed
Is it safe now?
Got my trey pound
In case a bitch wanna test
(Okay team, follow my command)
Yeet! (Work hard)
I'm bout yeet on these niggas! (Work, work)
I feel like I′m about to throw up
Yeet
Work hard
Twerk hard
26 no kids, yea (tears)
Talk shit, back it up
No fades
Throw shade
Whole game
Look a damn mess (yeet)
Aye, fuck the cappin', look
No stress
I'm vexed
What the fuck is my appearance (what′s he sayin′?)
I keep it ratchet (I keep it ratchet)
I like 'em YesJulz moaning
Like a actress (damn that′s a actress)
Ain't got no standards (Nah)
I′m kinda passive (right, young)
Young Rich Swann
We gon' cash in (we gon′ cash in)
Dust off them ratchets (ratchet, ratchet)
We got some action (that got some ratch)
I'm on the main line (oh)
I'm tryna catch ′em (okay)
Look, I wish, I wish a nigga would, man
Look, I wish a nigga would try to test me
I wish a nigga would go against me
I′m a thug, I don't play with no rap beef
Fuck around, end up on a backstreet
And I done cried so many times
Look, man
I wish, wooosh
I wish a nigga would try to test me
I wish a nigga would go against me
I′m a thug, I don't play with no rap beef
Fuck around, end up on a backstreet
And I done cried so many times
I done did so many crimes (don′t kill me)
No time, y'all gassed up for the new line
Ugh
I′ll make a nigga cry at his own pad
I'll make a nigga cry for his dead dad
I'll make a nigga cry for his fat wife
I′ll make a nigga cry for
I′ll make a nigga cry for help
I'll make a nigga cry for himself (thug tears)
Writer(s): Barrington Hendricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
