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lirik lagu stuffed – thugga massina

[verse 1: thugga massina]
they done gave them bands to the wrong one
nia with the walkman, this gon’ be a long run
know how hard i’m gon come every time
you a real n*gga, promise you gon’ feel every line
know what’s going on in this head of mine, money, money, money
on my ed, edd & eddy, stick talk like jonny
might f*ck a snow bunny, make her bankroll my records
turn a white devil ‘to an angel investor
in the tesla, rolling up flavors
we smoking purple bud like doug’s neighbor
or it’s green with orange hairs like roger
schooling some young b*tches how to bag white powder
n*ggas be singing like guala, my patna

[hook: thugga massina]
i can’t control it, this paper keep piling up
i touch a whole lot of paper, my pockets stuffed
i’m steady rolling up flavors, my blunt stuffed
i’m on the way to decatur, my trunk stuffed
i pop a whole lot of stuff (i pop a whole lot of sh*t)
i got a whole lot of stuff (i got a whole lot of sh*t)
i gotta keep it a buck
my n*ggas eating, we stuffed
[verse 2: v. lodge]
mucho dinero off this motha
internet juugin, ain’t no motherf*cking post ups
20 thousand in my pocket, i’m still eating cold cuts
stuffing this white sh*t in your b*tch donut like krispy kreme
i came a long f*cking way to get this paper
no handouts or no favors
only thing i encountered was a whole lot of haters
them ppp loans dropped, my pockets was stuffed
every night in houston living it up
i’m talking bottle after bottle, sl*t after sl*t
round after round, we going nut after nut
make her use her f*cking mouth just to clean me up
then i put her on the bus ’cause i don’t spend nights with sl*ts

[verse 3: thugga massina]
this chain ridiculous
diamonds hitting hard like the players club fight, did you at least pinch the b*tch?
i did some wicked sh*t
but only god can judge, they hoping jah rules against me like 50 cent
was bumping triple 6
when cops kicked the door, and i had to swallow the coke, man i was sh*tting bricks
claim to be legitimate, but i still be hitting l!cks
i’m just a cooler justin lewis scott, a hypocrite
labels is funny, they remind me of that senseless fl!ck
keep doing all of that marlin weighing, i’m the biggest fish
don’t care to be the best lyricist
i want a deal to k!ll roaches and rats like pickle rick, this is it
[hook: thugga massina]
i can’t control it, this paper keep piling up
i touch a whole lot of paper, my pockets stuffed
i’m steady rolling up flavors, my blunt stuffed
i’m on the way to decatur, my trunk stuffed
i pop a whole lot of stuff (i pop a whole lot of sh*t)
i got a whole lot of stuff (i got a whole lot of sh*t)
i gotta keep it a buck
my n*ggas eating, we stuffed

- thugga massina

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