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Thug City PipeMix Thug city, thug city, thug city Thug city, thug city, thug city We f*** all these bitches, bitches kissin' bitches We stack all these riches, we f*** up the city Thug city, thug city, thug city Thug city, thug city, thug city We f*** all these bitches, bitches kissin' bitches We stack all these riches, we f*** up the city Cup with me, [?] with me, drugs with me I was sellin' gas when the zip was 4 50 Pinky ring, Balenciaga and them Balmain jeans F*** you mean? Bought her double D's OG Double D, R.I.P I show 'em Ben Franklin, when they wanna see ID Park in the VIP, walk in the VIP Hot 'til I D-I-E I bought a Smokin' raw papers, I don't smoke swisher Styrofoam cup, it ain't for liquor El Chapo, junior ni*** J And we don't need a scale, we need a baby bottle Thug city, thug city, thug city Thug city, thug city, thug city We f*** all these bitches, bitches kissin' bitches We stack all these riches, we f*** up the city Thug city, thug city, thug city Thug city, thug city, thug city We f*** all these bitches, bitches kissin' bitches We stack all these riches, we f*** up the city I'm throwin' 20,000 on these bitches (racks, cash) Migos and Outta Space welcome to Thug City F*** up the check, if you gettin' it (aye) I stack up the riches and go buy a Bentley (skurt) You know I'm the man in the city (yea) Got bitches on bitches, you know that they kissin' I'm takin' it back like a beeper (brrt) I'm walkin' on Louboutin sneakers (red bottoms) Beat it up, beat it up, welcome to Thug City, baby beat it like Tina I used to trap out the Regal (trap) He talkin' that shit so we eat him (rah) Pipe it up, no [?] (nah) I gave her some money that bitch caught a fever (woo) Kickin' dab like fever (dab) Do my own stunts, Quavo Knievel (woo) Bad bitch named Esha, Dead people on dead people on the floor ni***, bring the sweeper (money) Thug city, when the ni*** leave the club gotta go and get the Nina Thug city, thug city, thug city Thug city, thug city, thug city We f*** all these bitches, bitches kissin' bitches We stack all these riches, we f*** up the city Thug city, thug city, thug city Thug city, thug city, thug city We f*** all these bitches, bitches kissin' bitches We stack all these riches, we f*** up the city I am not a local joker Poke her, while I'm playin' poker Baby got that super soaker F*** her on the Louie sofa King of the North, I'ma carry the torch Been the big dawg since I hopped out the Porsche Been the big dawg [?] know that I'm a savage Shot out the hoes that I'm fuckin' in Magic Shot out to hoes, that be shakin' the plastic I know it's real, I know when it's real Dab, dab, kill, I still My ni*** [?], just poured a 4 up Yeah bitch, you know what Gucci like my sneakers, 808 my speakers Still in the trap moving bricks on a beeper We don't stop for red lights so I never use a blinker She just gave me brain so you can tell that she's a thinker Kissin' my tattoos, red tops on my shoes Diamonds on my neck look like I'm sailin' on a cruise I been geeked up for four days I won't cook no dope for you, unless you buy a fourway Thug city, thug city, thug city
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