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Thug kry

I do this for the streets nigga
I do this for the streets
For the streets nigga
I do this for the streets nigga

Sippin on that drink daily I ain't livin right
I'm out on bail for two cases
Really I'm livin that life
They tryna connect the dots
But they don't connect like pinstripes
When you call my phone
When you know its tap nigga that's an indite

I need to find a vibe so we gon ride lil thing that's gon get me right
She tatted on her face so you already know that's wifey type
You can hop in the Maybach my seats lay back and ride dick all night
I need me a freak who wanna fuck all week with some pussy that's wet and tight

I need me a dime who gone ride til the end
Some money and some time you and I we can spend
I gotta keep it on me I'm at war with my friends
Is you down to take it for me if get behind this benz
Is you down to go to war for me
Fuck up your life in these streets
Put it down to floor for me
Put you in some ice and some mink
You be wantin more from me
Tryna make me strong when I'm weak
You be wantin more for me
But I like you more as a freak

I been thinkin bout it over and over again
I been stressin baby we was way closer as friends
Thinkin about me coming home but this road never end
I think I been done with love I'm not hurting again
And this is what it sounds like when thugs cry
I just had to break free from my tie
Told that boy just take heat when ya'll slide
I can't let 'em take me from my guy
And I think about it over and over again
Mama said you should come home you too close to the end
Wanna play round with that dough put some bones on his head
And a young nigga swing that dough see the road through the glass
And we came up from that floor only more was to get a bag
Wanna play round with that 4 then he know that he dead
Swear to God I miss my bros wish they rose from the dead
I done got rich and I know that these broke nigga* mad

I been thinkin bout it over and over again
I been stressin baby we was way closer as friends
Thinkin about me coming home but this road never end
I think I been done with love I'm not hurting again
And this is what it sounds like when thugs cry
I just had to break free from my tie
Told that boy just take heat when ya'll slide
I can't let 'em take me from my guy

Louie bitch I fuck with my chains on
Melrose bucket she told me to get on
I ain't see my mama cry in so long
They keep callin so I don't keep my phone on
Designer ways hop in the whip and I race
Hope my nigga ok put racks up in his face
Didn't take long but I knew that I would be here
Cup feel gone so I felt I need a refill
If it wasn't for God then I swear I wouldn't be here
Holding on swear I know I don't need no pills
If you ain't gone slide lil nigga don't even go there
Runnin my eyes to the point I can't even see still
My bro right next to me
We wiping these diamonds clean
There ain't no finding me, I moved to a private beach
We hit til the bank close
Transfer with Rico
So what do we know
Blew up on VLone

And this is what it sounds like when thugs cry
I just had to break free from my tie
Told that boy just take heat when ya'll slide
I can't let 'em take me from my guy

Take me high when I got mob ties
Over time I got slides
Block gon' be his camouflage
Can't leave my babies traumatized
Bad apple, I got a bag
Expensive thing, scholar bag
Do his family proud [?]
They don't know how to gang