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Thug (DatPiff Exclusive)

[Lil Wayne]

Squad up, squad up, fuck that nigga at the do`

Squad up, squad up, fuck that nigga at the back

Squad up, squad up, fuck y'all[Lil Wayne]

Listen

Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do things

About every car that you name, on twenty-two things

We likely to have a few drinks, beat up a few lanes

Spitting game at a cute thing, make her get a crew brain

All the Heineken's in mo' if it ain't dro we don't want it

Cut my song on homie, yeah, that squad shit we own it

Droopy high come see the future, we livin' for the moment

Whole sucker on corners, the dance floor up pistols on it

And everybody know you fuck up, we killin' ya

The whole club familiar with my familia

Chicken heads Boriquas goin' follow where I go

I ain't got nothing for them but a dick and a taco skat

And everybody know right where the gat me when they dap

Fuck up I'll put yo eyes right when you lap me

And I ain't come to sign shit, unless it's a bar tappin'

I ain't taking no pictures unless I`m palming an ass

Where the fuck y'all?[Chorus: Mack 10]

Let the thugs in the club, show us love

Show us love, let the thugs in the club

Let the thugs in the club, show us love

Show us love, let the thugs in the club[Mack 10]

L.A. let the thugs in the club

A-T-L let the thugs in the club

Chi-town let the thugs in the club

Let the thugs in the club, show us love[B.G.]

I like shinin' but dog I'm in love with thuggin'

I like clubbin' but I get off when I`m beefin' and bustin'

I got a Bentley, Beamer, Benz, Lex

Got a bullet proof Hummer for just creepin' on sess

I got a roley, matter fact bout three or four

Got a couple of neck pieces that I wear at the show

Niggas know all the trouble that come with me

Niggas know it ain't the bluffet that come from me

Me and my click draw party every week at them crib

For hustlers and convicts, they get it, how they live

I don't need to keep it real for the block and chill

Yeah I'm happy and what cause I got a few mill

Don't thank I won't steal, wrap the K and kill

Don't thank I won't say-uh a bird and crush the pills

When it's time to bling, nigga I bling

When it comes to do the damn thing, I do the damn thing![Chorus][Mack 10]

Yo, yo

Now it ain't no secret that I'm slangin' and bangin'

And like a sack of dope rocks, my nuts be hangin'

It's Inglewood and Q.S., is the hood I`m claimin'

And I'm in already, so my colors is flamin'

It's for the project bitches who be backin' it up

And all the hardcore hustlers that be stackin' it up

And no matter where you from, represent yo city

If you a ghetto get crunk, if you's a Diddy get chicky

Get yo walk on, rib-riders if you true blue

Get yo bang on, and throw yo hood up, die move

While I buy the whole bar cause you no one know

I got a spotter and a front and a rag top fo'

I keep it ghetto, gutter, gangsta like a West Coast G

The homies trust the dopeman so we got in free

Like a stampede rust through and or we sell

Was let a stoo' bitch and get shot in the head

Ba, ba, ba, ba![Chorus]Miami let the thugs in the club

New Orleans let the thugs in the club

Texas let the thugs in the club

Let the thugs in the club, show us love

Milwauk' let the thugs in the club

The Bay let the thugs in the club

New York let the thugs in the club

Let the thugs in the club, show us love

Carolina let the thugs in the club

Ohio let the thugs in the club

Tennessee let the thugs in the club

Detroit let the thugs in the club

St. Louis let the thugs in the club

DC let the thugs in the club

Songwriters

B. THOMAS, C. DORSEY, D. CARTER, DEDRICK D'MON ROLISONPublished by

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