Lyrics Still Thirsty - Boogie
I
get
lost
sometimes
This
shit
turned
me
to
a
different
dude
And
most
the
time
I
don′t
be
in
the
mood
And
niggas
know
how
liquor
do,
it
got
me
hitting
girls
I
barely
know
like
"what
you
finna
do?"
(thirst)
I'm
a
different
dude
This
humble
talk
got
me
a
bit
confused
Let
me
stop
flexing
in
my
interviews
and
say
ya′ll
big
ass
toons
I
kinda
look
at
them
like
interludes,
oh
man
This
shit
turned
me
to
a
different
dude
And
most
the
time
I
don't
be
in
the
mood
We
went
from
tears
at
the
bottom
'til
we
almost
top
tier
My
biggest
fear
is
I
don′t
finish
through
I
said
"oh
man,
shit"
I′m
a
different
dude
And
ya'll
done
finally
caught
me
in
the
mood
Like
how
the
fuck
we
made
a
killing
in
the
land
of
the
dead
On
my
mama
I′m
the
living
proof
And
shit
it
ain't
no
good
day
if
I
don′t
think
I'm
getting
better
I
can′t
say
I
feel
complete
if
you
don't
recognize
my
efforts
Was
sleeping
on
the
floor,
we
turned
them
covers
into
beds
We
was
trying
to
get
ahead,
they
trying
to
leave
shit
severed
Several
seats
to
them
niggas,
man
I'm
still
standing
Well,
well
Well,
well,
well
No
several
seats
for
Sharese
and
she
say
she
can′t
stand
me
That′
too
bad,
you
know
we
never
had
that
family
in
real
life
Cause
this
shit
turned
me
to
a
different
dude
And
most
the
time
I
don't
be
in
the
mood
It′s
different
women
that
I'm
hitting
too
As
soon
as
I
finish,
hit
Jaymeesha
like
I′m
missing
you
Damn,
see
I'm
a
different
dude
And
ya′ll
done
finally
caught
me
in
the
mood
Now
when
I
talk
about
the
boppin'
and
the
fucking
dick
hopping
know
I'm
talking
′bout
you
niggas
too
All
bad,
with
the
shame,
with
the
wrist
game
How
can
I
not
be
offensive
when
I
switch
lanes
Everybody
think
they
winning
in
the
vendor
How
that
nigga
get
shift
ain′t
shit
change
Please
forgive
me
for
the
calls
that
I
missed
I
blame
the
stew
like
I
can't
talk
for
a
bit
And
yeah
my
mama
know
I
love
her,
but
sometimes
I
get
mad
like
why
the
fuck
we
have
to
struggle?
Why
the
fuck
we
wasn′t
rich?
Please
forgive
me
for
the
calls
that
I
missed
I
blame
the
stew
like
I
can't
talk
for
a
bit
And
yeah
my
mama
know
I
love
her,
but
sometimes
I
get
mad
like
why
the
fuck
we
have
to
struggle?
Why
the
fuck
we
wasn′t
rich?
And
then
I
sit
and
think
how
we
went
from
House
to
house,
she
gave
us
Heaven
with
no
income
I
grab
a
plant
with
all
thorns
if
you
tell
me
why
I
had
to
see
my
daddy
leave
And
really
what
it
stem
from
And
now
I
see
what
trickled
down
from
his
actions
Cause
I
see
signs
that
my
son
lacking
passion
Yeah
we
could
pass
up
our
life,
but
we
can't
pass
up
our
manners
Can
pass
up
our
wife,
but
can′t
pass
up
these
branches
All
bad,
all
you
niggas
got
me
cracking
up
I
heard
some
shit
like
I
don't
rap
enough
Or,
shit,
that
I
don't
want
it
bad
enough
and
then
I
heard
′em
say
like
nigga
you
don′t
have
our
back
enough
Fuck
Well
I've
been
stacking
up
Nah,
really
that
ain′t
accurate
cause
I
just
spent
my
whole
damn
advance
in
the
pass
couple
months
just
to
condensate
for
time
we
ain't
have
enough
Wooh
![Boogie - Thirst 48 (Pt. II)](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/x/6/e/8/7v5n668e6x.jpg)
1 Still Thirsty
2 No Way
3 Real One
4 Two Days
5 Prideful
6 Fall Before The Climb
7 Sunroof
8 Nigga Needs
9 Slide On U
10 Fuck 'Em All
11 Best Friend - Jamesha Pt. 2
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