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| U.S.D.A. Cold Summer Corporate Thuggin' I said I'm corporate thuggin' C-T-E!! Until the day I die That's the way it's gonna be Thug Motivation I'm bumpin number 3 Blowin on some killa shit That I got from Zone 3 Blowin Orange Mile Yeah we call it Tennessee Im good in every hood Everybody know me So don't wake me up I swear to God Im dreamin Pray fo Uncle Ray Yeah dat nigga still beamin Lookin fly in the cock pit a nigga still leanin Money out here So a nigga still schemin And I don't make music fo da muthafuckin critics They don't understand cuz they ain't muthafuckin lit it And I ain't trippin on the source I got a muthafuckin plug Keep the fly lights I'm still a muthafuckin thug Now the question is Can a nigga really rap? And they askin' Is you eva been to da trap? Bitch I make hits You niggas waste time And I be God damn if I let you waste mine Like change for the better But Im still strapped Trigga happy nigga Dont make me relapse Attitude like fuck it, They hatin anyway And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say You still talkin blow? You God damn right! What else Im gon' say that's my mu-fuckin life I just left Jamaica Im talkin just Sippin margaritas on the beach in my adidas Brought a few pills But thats only fo da skeezas Used my black card But that's only fo da reefa Whats up (Let's go) (Chorus:) Not a day go by That I ain't high Hit da mall errday Nigga I stay fly 26 inches Yeah Im sittin up high And Ima keep it hood Homie dats no lie |
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