Chords for Thuggin’

Somebody warned the West, that nigga ain't running.
Somebody said nigga ain't running no more.
The legend of nigga in color rated PG.
Parental [Db] guidance suggested.
Uh, _ [Gbm] yeah, _ for sure.
[A] Nigga be like yo, yo, yo Fred.
[Abm] Uh, _ yes baby.
[A] Real nigga.
You like shit front to the [D] back.
Respect nigga, [Eb] respect.
Respect nigga, [Abm] the Lord of the Fox.
Yeah, niggas be like Fred, you [A] ain't never lie.
Fuck the rap shit, my gangsta been [Abm] solidified.
Still do my business on the side.
[Dbm] Bitch, if you police then pay me, no never mind.
I was thuggin', black and red laces in my number threes.
Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherfucker breathe.
Sit outside of us the crib and let that motherfucker leave.
Walk his ass back in and put him on his motherfucking knees.
Thuggin', never taking no for an answer.
Might just take a loss, but bitch I'd rather take my chances.
This nigga got me lurking where you live at in the nighttime.
5950 to the left, but I'm in my [Abm] right mind.
Thuggin', pants gon' be sag until I'm [A] 40.
Still lyrically sharper than these [Dbm] showbust showy.
These phonies ain't gon' throw me in this mystery show.
These labels see how far I've been, they mouth my dick could go so gone.
And choke on this meat, throw my song a repeat.
Might move away one day, but I'm always gon' belong to the streets.
I'm straight thuggin', uh, and it feels so good, uh.
And it feels so right, uh, yeah.
And it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right.
Cause motherfucker, I'm thuggin', selling you the signs of the street rap.
Every motherfucking show I do is off the meat rap.
I done been to jail and did my best not to repeat.
That I'm trying to feed my family, give a fuck about your feedback.
Critically acclaimed, but that shit don't mean a thing.
You rocking mics and stealing microwaves, cooking cane.
Never tricking on the dame, I'm too cold for you rogue hoes.
Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door [Abm] closed, bitch.
She let me hit it cause I'm thug.
[A] Squares need not apply, I'm so [Dbm] fly I might fuck a cuss.
Swiftly bout to stick a sweet dick in your sweetheart.
Then get some groceries off my geeker EBT car.
White affairs worried about me clocking on this corner.
No one is politicians out here getting popped in Arizona, bitch.
I'm thuggin', bitch, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right.
Yeah, yeah, baby, and it feels so good, yeah, and it feels so right.
Cause motherfucker, I'm thuggin'.
We're not against rap, but we're against those thugs.
Can't be legit when every nigga in you clicks sold drugs.
Spreading good feelings in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me.
Teach a kid at the crib or your children might come for alchemy.
And smoke out in the Chevy with us.
Cause in the past, my low class black ass has served my own fucking family members.
I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet.
If she don't cop from me, she get it from a nigga up the street.
Cause he thuggin', and yo, she probably suck his dick full.
[A] She turnt out, so where they [Dbm] shit to turn the trip for?
My uncle last, bitch, put him on the glass, dick.
Tried to rob a man, the fetus have it, he got blasted.
I live on borrowed time, my expiration date, I passed it.
So lock me up forever, but the shit is everlasting.
I'm thuggin', and it feels so good, and it feels so right.
And it feels so good, and it feels so right.
Cause motherfucker, I'm thug, bitch. _ _
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