Waka Flocka Flame - I'm Thuggin' lyrics

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Waka Flocka Flame - I'm Thuggin' lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled] Yeah DJ Khaled, Mean Mug music Waka Flocka (Ace Hood) This gon' f** the streets up This gon' f** the club up [Hook: Waka Flocka] Police kicked my door and shorty last night I'd be damned if I don't go out without a fight My girlfriend says she needs some new shoes in a bag I tell her shut the f** up and get off yo a** I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin' I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin' Middle fingers to the cops and the judge Raised by the old n***as, just mean mug I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin' I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin' Middle fingers to the cops and the judge Raised by the old n***as, just mean mug [Verse 1: Ace Hood] God bless a n***as soul, b**h I'm out here Wear the wrong color, you can't come around here So get your mind right, and keep your pistol close Hoppin' out that ride out into your face, just like a seminal I'm a n***a, stay thuggin', my lil' cousin got his chopper chrome And a n***a want problems, take your top off like a metro dome And make a loud noises, sound like it's world war And never break a sweat, that's what them k**ers for I get money ho, on some real sh** Deck 100's on me, that's just what I deal with Waka's thugged out, and we the business See me f** the hammer, bet your n***as feel quick Mama pray for me, commit a lot of sins And it don't make it better consumin' a lot of gin Blood, sweat & tears, I put my soul out Smell the flowers, b**h, I might just pull the rose out [Hook] [Verse 2: Ace Hood] A young n***a thuggin, buckin with his dreads loose Middle finger all the feds, cause I said too Now we my G's at? Now where them dope boys? Now where my n***as who be thuggin' on the corner for it Hands in the air, throw your hood up Hoppin' off that 7 trey sixes when I pull up Now where my bad b**hes, who keep that a** fat? I love a hood b**h, ain't scared to throw that a** back And I keep them real n***as, homie that's that You a super duck, I'm talkin' Aflac My n***as stormed out, stormed out Stupid dress in them zones with that stone mouth Club stupid packed, it's a mad house Catch you sniffin' by yourself, and then you a**ed out And homie that's word, my n***as gon' learn See that red in blue, I'm runnin' out my Converse [Hook]

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