Slim Thug - Danny Thugga lyrics

Number 1 hustle [?] Still shinin' like a mother f**er I got your girl at the crib under covers I gave them a Molly, watch them f** each other Every time I f** I got hit me least like two b**hes Ass so fat it look like two Nicki's I can't f** with you boo, I'm two picky I can't smoke with you, I only do sticky Who the f** tellin' that [?] still goin' hard Got your broad at the crib, about to pull a Ménage Happy ending, with a ma**age Which double R Imma pull out the garage Still on top, can't f** with my squad Ain't talkin' bout reppin' talking about in my yard Imma real n***a, still stay one hundred Got it on my own, never been fronted Everything the boy tryin' to do, I done it OG in the game like Birdman stuntin' Used to be braided up livin' on the north Now my G's see me livin' like a boss Got a meal with my cars, and a million dollar house And I ain't talkin bout my crib man, I'm talkin' bout my spouse Can't foul out, still throw with the reppin' Can't fall off, it's do dangerous trappin' Snitches and the feds already on my head I guess that's what I get for all that capin' Jackets run up, hell yeah I'm packin' Lay they a** down in the motherf**in' ground Imma G real, ya'll look like a clown Lookin' like BMF when we come through the town Hold up