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Testo Thuggin - YATTA

Testo della canzone Thuggin (YATTA), tratta dall'album Thuggin

(Hmm, Elii)

Thuggin' 'til the sun up, I can't put my gun up

Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em

I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up

I drop a bag, get you killed in front of your mother

Yatta on some other, I been on some other

'Cause they took my brother, that shit left me fucked up

I don't see my son much, but I love you, Bubba

Thankful for my son, but I should've wore a rubber

Thuggin' 'til the sun up, I can't put my gun up

Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em

I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up

I drop a bag, get you killed in front of your mother

Yatta on some other, I been on some other

'Cause they took my brother, that shit left me fucked up

I don't see my son much, but I love you, Bubba

Thankful for my son, but I should've wore a rubber

I swear to God, I'm tired of all this fake love

Goin' through depression got me wanna take drugs

Losing faith got me wanna give up

But my family need me, so I can't give up

Fuck these niggas, 'cause these niggas fake as fuck

And fuck these bitches, 'cause these bitches fake as fuck

And when we ride, we want a homicide

And after that we double back, and rock the candle light

I swear to god if it's spunky, I'll let that choppa work

Retaliation wasn't back offensive, we was poppin' first

And he was banging on the net, and that's what got him hurt

Werko down for marijuana, he got all kind of work

The fake we done went through with the real so good, it's camouflage

Reminisce on better days, sit back and fantasize

Nigga we ain't throwin' white flags

Niggas straddle in the fence and got his life snatched

Yeah, yeah

Thuggin' 'til the sun up, I can't put my gun up

Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em

I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up

I drop a bag, get you killed in front of your mother

Yatta on some other, I been on some other

'Cause they took my brother, that shit left me fucked up

I don't see my son much, but I love you, Bubba

Thankful for my son, but I should've wore a rubber

Thuggin' 'til the sun up, I can't put my gun up

Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em

I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up

I drop a bag, get you killed in front of your mother

Yatta on some other, I been on some other

'Cause they took my brother, that shit left me fucked up

I don't see my son much, but I love you, Bubba

Thankful for my son, but I should've wore a rubber

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Writer(s): Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Otis Jackson Jr.
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