Correction Lyrics Thugga Talk by HiDoraah

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This that thugga talk
Don't tell me sh*t, n***a, f**k you sayin'?
Don't tell me not a motherf**king thing, b*t*h
I got money from it
Slatt, slatt

Ridin', no cappin', bring some hoes with you
Prime-time in Atlanta, ridin’ with the sticks, oh
B*t*hes suckin' and f**kin', I won't kiss you
She know I don't love her, just wan’ hit you
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene

Blatt
Ghost Rolls Royce, n***a I'm lurkin'
I catch 'em, I stretch 'em, he murk 'em
Jordan sign on the drum, you know I did that sh*t first
Bring her in the room and f**k her, Ben run off with her purse
I'm gone off a perc b*t*h, I hop in the whip do the dash in the Vert (Vroom)
Kick that b*t*h out on the curb, I ain't got no worry’s
I'm strapped every time I swerve (Blatt)
I ain't never worried (No)
I'm sick of lil Nene, these b*t*hes be geekin'
That’s every time that they see me
I told that b*t*h “F**k her”, I don't wanna f**k her
Little hoe, I just wan’ you to eat me
No cap, not one bit, b*t*h, when we do we go 100% percent, bet
Ridin', no cappin', bring some hoes with you
Prime-time in Atlanta, ridin’ with the sticks, oh
B*t*hes suckin' and f**kin', I won't kiss you
She know I don't love her, just wan’ hit you
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene

Squad up on the scene, I f**k with cash sh*t
You f**k with the team? Ya a** get the Mac quick
NBA it’s the boys, he run with the bad b*t*hes
When it come to my city
He throwing them 50's and them 20's
A n***a hating on sh*t, a n***a keep a stick with him
Got slimes in the b*t*h with it
My bro gonna kill for you
I f**k around with the city, Baton Rouge in this b*t*h
F**k around with me? I ain't lose any bit
I ain't going back for, for too long
They huntin’ on us, now I'm all the way up
We ain’t home, we ain’t, we know we straight
A star we ain't, they know we great
Plenty paper, bust a hater, pop a top yo’ head
Play with us, we bustin' back and you won't know no names
Oh, for real? We ain't gettin' no jewelry taken
Oh, for real? We the ones doin' the takin'
That’s for real
Ridin', no cappin', bring some hoes with you
Prime-time in Atlanta, ridin’ with the sticks, oh
B*t*hes suckin' and f**kin', I won't kiss you
She know I don't love her, just wan’ hit you
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene

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