Lyrics Thug Life - 21 Savage
Scrape
the
corner
Buy
a
Rover
Crack
inside
my
grandmas
sofa
Sunday,
family
coming
over
Move
the
crack
behind
the
toaster
Carry
pistols
with
no
holsters
Trying
not
to
be
a
poster
You
was
listening
to
your
coaches
I
was
listening
to
the
vultures
And
I
slept
with
rats
and
roaches
That's
why
I
don't
smoke
no
roaches
Niggas
tryna
knock
my
focus
Wonder
why
I'm
sick
of
potion
We
happy,
dog
but
we
ain't
jokers
Big
bullets,
we
ain't
poking
In
that
pussy,
slow
motion
Nigga
ain't
none
of
my
songs
wrote
I'm
thinking
to
myself
you
ain't
gang,
nigga,
fuck
you
Feel
like
2Pac,
Thug
Life,
nigga,
fuck
you
If
he
had
the
password
to
your
phone
he
wouldn't
have
cuffed
you
Dog
ass
bitch,
I
knew
I
never
should've
trusted
you
Hoe
stab
a
nigga
in
the
back
like
the
streets
do
Can't
believe
that
you
betrayed
me,
I
used
to
sleep
with
you
Niggas
quick
to
say
they
loyal
to
you,
they
be
see-through
Gang,
gang,
screaming
"Fuck
you,
they
want
to
eat
you"
My
son
got
asthma,
grandma
having
spasms
Fuck
the
chatter,
he
gon'
tattle,
put
'em
on
the
platter
Snakes
plotting
on
my
downfall
like
I'm
hearing
rattle
(That
fuck
nigga
gone
flop
man
21
ain't
even
no
real
nigga,
fuck
that
nigga)
We
sticking
to
the
G
code,
nigga
we
ain't
beefin'
over
freak
ho's
I
hit
her
on
the
D
low,
yeah
she
like
my
steelo
That
nigga
think
that
he
a
bullet,
don't
like
credit,
Deebow
30-round
hangin'
out
the
big
Glock
Nigga,
no
six
shots,
shootin'
'til
the
clip
stops
You
a
lil'
cat,
I'm
a
big
dog
Nigga,
when
we
pullin'
up
the
stick's
out
Too
much
money
got
'em
pissed
off
Nigga,
I'ma
pull
up
at
yo
bitch
house
Fuck
a
niggas
bitch
to
get
a
kick
out
it
Nigga
pop
percs,
'gone
get
a
kick
out
it
Drinking
on
syrup
with
my
dick
out
Glock-17
with
the
dick
out
I'm
thinking
to
myself
you
ain't
gang,
nigga,
fuck
you
Feel
like
2Pac,
Thug
Life,
nigga,
fuck
you
If
he
had
the
password
to
your
phone
he
wouldn't
have
cuffed
you
Dog
ass
bitch,
I
knew
I
never
should've
trusted
you
Whatchu
want,
ho,
I
got
whatchu
want,
ho
Whatchu
want,
ho,
I
got
whatchu
want,
ho
Whatchu
want,
ho,
I
got
whatchu
want,
ho
Whatchu
want,
ho,
I
got
whatchu
want,
ho
I'mma
tint,
presidential,
like
I'm
Trump
though
Secret
service
shooters,
leave
'em
niggas
slumped,
dawg
Denzel,
I
get
surgical
with
this
pump,
dawg
Busting
down,
breaking
down,
then
I
put
it
in
a
blunt,
dawg
Made
a
mess
now,
I
got
21
washed
out
In
my
face,
teetee
and
taytay
in
the
same
count
I
was
down,
bad
and
now
I'm
shining
like
a
lamp
You
put
a
ring
on
her,
she
ain't
nothing
but
a
tramp
The
kicked
me
outta
middle
school
and
sent
me
to
the
house
We
'bout
that
gunplay,
nigga,
motherfuck
'yo
count
19,
I
bought
a
Cutlass,
four
12's
and
an
amp
Beating
down
Glenwood,
nigga,
feeling
like
a
champ
Nigga,
we
ain't
takin'
no
deals
Lil
nigga
we
ain't
snitchin',
we
ain't
making
no
sound
Used
to
jump
niggas,
now
we
jumping
in
a
crowd
Used
to
make
my
mama
cry,
but
now
I
make
her
proud
I
remember
rainy
days
but
now
she
like
the
sound
I'm
thinking
to
myself
you
ain't
gang,
nigga,
fuck
you
Feel
like
2Pac,
Thug
Life,
nigga,
fuck
you
If
he
had
the
password
to
your
phone
he
wouldn't
have
cuffed
you
Dog
ass
bitch,
I
knew
I
never
should've
trusted
you
Hoe
stab
a
nigga
in
the
back
like
the
streets
do
Can't
believe
that
you
betrayed
me,
I
used
to
sleep
with
you
Niggas
quick
to
say
they
loyal
to
you,
they
be
see-through
Gang,
gang,
screaming
"Fuck
you,
they
want
to
eat
you"
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1 7 Min Freestyle
2 Money Convo
3 Dead People
4 Special
5 Thug Life
6 Whole Lot
7 Baby Girl
8 FaceTime
9 Close My Eyes
10 Numb
11 Famous
12 Nothin New
13 Bank Account
14 FaceTime
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