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lirik lagu thuggin for real – fm new money

[chorus]
trap out, we bankin, i’m thuggin for real
hundred round drops, i might run in your crib
f*ck on your big booty, d*ck in the grill
might go to the moon, i’m geekin off pill
straight off that work i might run up a mill
big bad and wolf with a house on a hill
cop me some seeds, imma grow me a field
trap out, we bankin, i’m thuggin for real

[post*chorus]
thuggin for real
trap out, we bankin, i’m thuggin for real
thuggin for real
trap out, we bankin, i’m thuggin for real
[verse 1]
trappin, we bankin, i’m servin these zombies
i meant to say junkies on (?) like the plug
neigbourhood f*ckin with me, they know what’s up with me
thug with the gangsta, they showin me love
step in the kitchen, no cooking no chicken, not banana brickin, no sacking no dough
you need you upfront, i might show you some love
don’t come with that paper, i’m fanning you off
try come around, i’m tying you up
remember them days, used to trap on a buck
b*tch, i’m new money and money we trust
b*tch, i ain’t twelve, i just wanna f*ck
give me some head while i rub on your b*tt
lil freaky lil b*tch, she gon eat up the nut
sip out the pine, i can tell if you cut
sippin it right, ain’t no need for the crash
young and i’m going, we all in the cut
in money we trust

[verse 2]
i told you, lil n*ggas, can’t hate on big money
i told your lil b*tches to wait on that money
no youngins don’t pull up with dracs by their money
hit your face by their money
my brother came home, caught a (?) by they money
they know i love money, i keep saying money
i don’t do no hundreds, i put out them bands
a stiff for my big one, she all on her rag
i gave her some some money, she bought me a mac
her (?) big with some (?) to match
i been a big boss, i ain’t taking no loss
if i straight off that work b*tch it’s jumping right back
drippin in dough like i can’t find a crab
remember them days i couldn’t buy me no (?)
don’t give me no money, i don’t know how to act
my partner had tried to stab me in the back
f*ck on the b*tch, put the d*ck in the b*tt
ha, she like it like that
[chorus]
trap out, we bankin, i’m thuggin for real
hundred round drops, i might run in your crib
f*ck on your big booty, d*ck in the grill
might go to the moon, i’m geekin off pill
straight off that work i might run up a mill
big bad and wolf with a house on a hill
cop me some seeds, imma grow me a field
trap out, we bankin, i’m thuggin for real

[post*chorus]
thuggin for real
trap out, we bankin, i’m thuggin for real
thuggin for real
trap out, we bankin, i’m thuggin for real

- fm new money

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