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thug club - est gee lyrics

[intro]
mm, mm, mm, mm (it’s gettin’ crowded out here, but it really ain’t)
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

[verse: est gee & baby mel]
you young and thuggin’, let your mama know type sh*t you f*ck with (amen, we lit)
hopefully you don’t got no smoke and you just want some money (just want some money, woah)
’cause most of the internet trolls mama’s want justice when son get hit with b*ttons (hit with brrt, hit with the belt)
all on the news, sayin’ you in school, was smart in every subject (i know what kind, you dig?)
good that big brains get bust the same way as the small lil’ dumb ones (smaller, you feel me?)
i’m hall of fame, not ’cause i rap, because i’m good at smugglin’ (i’m good at sellin’, yeah, what?)
i’m wreckin’ anything touch my lane, you know my vision fuzzy (know i can’t see out it, no cap)
don’t lie tryin’ relate to my lifestyle, you either was or wasn’t (don’t doubt me)
they just free’d ric, the dope back cheap, the feature fee a hundred (dope boy)
stay out my way, watch what you say, i’m known for holdin’ grudges (woo)
just for a verse, turn you a shirt, right on spaghetti junction (lil’ b*tch)
at est, we include our beef in our recording budgets (we lit)
louisville, kentucky, smoothest go the furthest, not the toughest (woah)
i let the world see how we comin’, this sh*t not the country (switch ’em out)
you rat and hide, the day i found out we no longer brothers (you dig?)
the problem y’all get a lil’ money under the program colors (you feel me?)
then braggin’, think you bigger than the same program you was just up under (a lot)
this a big man game and the rules don’t change for you, lil’ brother (yeah)
don’t force my hand, gang, do you like i never knew you, brother (don’t doubt me)
i seen some lifelong bonds get crushed because of motion discovery (dope boy)
they playin’ catch*up, they need backup, we too far ahead (woo)
when i look back, it’s to get somethin’ whack ’cause i still miss lil dead (lil’ b*tch)
you cried and lied right in my face, remember what you said (what you mean?)
confusin’ the fan, postin’ them throwback pics on instagram (woah)
like you still with us, n*gga, ain’t no recent pics of veeze (switch ’em out)
raise all my n*ggas ’round me men, we keep the gang of concealed (you dig?)
seventy*five thousand his lawyer appealed, but that don’t make me real (you feel me?)
you know i’m rich, but if i ain’t had sh*t, i would have tried it still (a lot)
these days is backwards, most drill rappers never been on drills (yeah)
and the trap rap cap ’cause y’all talk bricks and just sold weed and pills (don’t doubt me)
recession proof when i met gotti, way before my deal (dope boy)
if you need to proof, youtube the vid’, i had paper then (woo)
early pandemic, 2020 endin’ when i got my first m (lil’ b*tch)
i ain’t switch routine, kept doin’ the same thing and got one again (what you mean?)
when wars is fought, you could tell who lost by seein’ who want revenge (woah)
you respect the victims and that’s the difference, we respect who slid (switch ’em out)
knew i was special ’cause i pop x to stay up, knock my jig (you dig?)
passed every lesson, i don’t stress tests ’cause i know how they end (you feel me?)

- est gee lyrics

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