ฟังเพลงThug Holiday (Explicit)

Thug Holiday (Explicit) - YFN Lucci

Lyrics by：Marcus Murray/Rayshawn Bennett/Zachary D. Thomas

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DJ lavish lee

The good thing about bein' counted out and left for dead

They never see you comin'

Regardless of what you goin' through young brother

Remember bad days always a promise

That better days is around the corner

I got

Some n***as doin' time got some n***as slangin' iron

Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that's on his mind

Feel like you won't they try to tell

'Em everything gon' be fine

He on his own everybody left 'em behind yeah

This for them thugs in the trenches and

Them ones waitin' on the visits

Free all them n***as in prison

I wouldn't wish that on my enemy

And all of my thugs in the ghetto woah jealous

Keep grindin' you gon' get it nobody gotta see your vision

This for them thug n***as in the street

Street can't go nowhere without the heat the heat

And he ain't playin' no games load that b***h

And bang it if they want the beef rrah

Them computer games'll get you deleted

He ain't got that iron he ain't sleepin' uh uh

And lately he been doin' bad he ready

To flash for the littlest reason

Got too many people in the ghetto ghetto

It's hard for me to let go let go

I'll get all my sleep when I'm dead b***h

What the f**k I need to rest for

Bust that boy up he ain't die lil'

Unlucky but he blessed though you blessed

F**k the police I ain't talkin' put me in

The room I got strep throat d**n

I ain't have no money for a pistol

I had to rob a n***a with a fake gun get 'em

Bought a pistol got caught with it said

F**k bail now I'm on the run run

Give a f**k if you a lil' older in these

Streets you gon' be my son for real

Get your money up 'cause when you beefin'

With no money ain't no fun

I got some n***as doin' time got some n***as slangin' iron

Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that's on his mind

Feel like you won't they try to tell

'Em everything gon' be fine

He on his own everybody left 'em behind yeah

This for them thugs in the trenches and

Them ones waitin' on the visits

Free all them n***as in prison

I wouldn't wish that on my enemy

And all of my thugs in the ghetto woah jealous

Keep grindin' you gon' get it nobody gotta see your vision

Okay my young n***a don't smoke

But he keep a smoke pole huh

Big bro still smokin' and he on parole

I used to hate my grandma house that

S**t was full of roaches hey

I be paranoid so watch how you approach me

Ayy one day we gon' make it out the ghetto

I had a dream that I was rich

I woke up dead broke I was dead broke

I swear I shed so many tears

I can't cry no more cry no more

They gave lil' bro so many years

He can't slide no more uh

Chasin' so much paper that my leg broke yeah uh

Trappin' and finessin' off a earphone uh

Ayy finger-f**k that money treat it like a redbone

N***a play I'll put his name on a headstone

I got some n***as doin' time got some n***as slangin' iron

Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that's on his mind

Feel like you won't they try to tell

'Em everything gon' be fine

He on his own everybody left 'em behind yeah

This for them thugs in the trenches and

Them ones waitin' on the visits

Free all them n***as in prison

I wouldn't wish that on my enemy

And all of my thugs in the ghetto woah jealous

Keep grindin' you gon' get it nobody gotta see your vision yeah

Get over

Get over

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