paroles de chanson RnB Thuggin (feat. 03x3, ornshxmz & Money Mente) - Xini

Wanna get it dirty we can get it scummy

What does it profit a man, to gain the whole wide world
But to lose his own soul?
(What does it profit a man?)
No matter what I seem to gain, I just can't forget this pain
No, I don't feel the same, no, I don't feel the same

Grinding up some bud, loud pack sticky roll it up
Tripping just for fun, seeing colors in the sun
God on my side, silver watch to the time
Praying with my woadies, cause we struggle for a dime

I'm tryna see prosperity, no you can't compare to me
Flashy and I'm arrogant, I hope to be so generous
To give back to the ones I love, I'm living so damn fast
Tryna get the cash, I'mma spend it on my entourage

We pulling up in fancy cars, think I give a fuck what it costs
You dumbasses are lost, bitch I'm a boss
Thugging like a bitch, yeah, I don't give a shit
I'm gonna be rich

What does it profit a man, to gain the whole wide world
But to lose his own soul?
(What does it profit a man?)
No matter what I seem to gain, I just can't forget this pain
No, I don't feel the same

Keep a whole lot of blues call me Stitch

Know I'm super clean, no, I'm super mean
I be in the streets, shawty fuck with me
Say I'm super fleek, yeah
Bust that bitch down, like I do a blue thirty

Got them thirties on me, in my nose
Know how I'm feeling weak, yeah
I just be mixing shit for days
Shawty fuck with me, wanna be my bae

Yeah, I hit that bitch, okay
Yeah, she wanna send it back, yeah, okay
Yeah, I won't beat that bitch, okay
No, I can't do DA no case

I be in the back with them racks on me
100K in the bank, time to cash cold bank

What does it profit a man, to gain the whole wide world
But to lose his own soul?
(What does it profit a man?)
No matter what I seem to gain, I just can't forget this pain
No, I don't feel the same

No, I'm bout that money
Been stacked since I was a little dummy
Yeah

Working wood feeling lovely
20 years, life's in front of me, yeah
Shawty gonna fuck it, while I got cookies in the oven
Chocolate chips and some muffins

She got what I'm loving
I'mma cuff it, lay it down like we in Dublin
International man, bitch
Wait, no, wait

This is not a seat you're buying, old boy