Thuggin’ Lyrics & Chords By Freddie Gibbs

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[Verse 1]
Niggas be like "Fred, you ain't never lied"
Fuck the rap shit my gangsta been solidified
Still do my business on the side
Bitch if you polices, then pay me no nevermind
I was thuggin' - Black and red laces in my number threes
Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherfucka breathe
Sit outside a busta crib and let that motherfucka leave
Walk his ass back in and put him on his motherfuckin' knees
Thuggin' - Never takin' no for an answer
Might just take a loss but bitch I’d rather take my chances
This liquor got me lurkin' where you live at in the night time
59 fifty to the left, but I'm in my right mind
Thuggin' - Pants gon' be saggin' til I'm 40
Still lyrically sharper than any short bus shawty
Phonies ain't gon' throw me in this Minstrel Show
These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick can go
So go'n and, choke on this meat, throw my song on repeat
Might move away one day but I'm always gonna belong to the streets

I'm straight thuggin'
And it feels so good, and it feels so right yeah
And it feels so good, and it feels so right

[Verse 2]
Cause motherfucka I'm thuggin'
Selling you the science of the street rap
Every motherfuckin' show I do is off the meat rack
I done been to jail and did my best not to repeat that
I’m tryin to feed my family, give a fuck about your feedback
Critically acclaimed, but that shit don't mean a thing
When you rocking mics and stealing microwaves, cooking 'caine
Never trippin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes
Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, bitch
She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin'
Squares need not apply, I'm so fly I might fuck her cousin
Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in your sweetheart
Then get some groceries off my geeker EBT card
Why the feds worried 'bout me clocking on this corner
When there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona?
Bitch I'm thuggin'

And it feels so good, and it feels so right
And it feels so good, and it feels so right
Cause motherfucka I'm thuggin'

[Verse 3]
"We’re not against rap, but we're against those thugs"
Can't be legit when every nigga in your clique sold drugs
Predicate felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me
Teach a kid at the crib or your children might cop an ounce from me
And smoke out in the Chevy with us, cause in the past
My low-class black ass would serve my own fucking family members
I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet
If she don't cop from me, she get it from a nigga up the street
Cause he thuggin'
And yo she'd probably suck his dick for it
She turn't out so it ain't shit to turn a trick for it
My uncle last bitch put him on the glass dick
Tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted
I live on borrowed time, my expiration date I passed it
So lock me up forever, but this shit is everlasting
I'm thuggin'

And it feels so good, and it feels so right
And it feels so good, and it feels so right
Cause mothafucka I'm thuggin'

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