Lyric Gotta Be Thug - Fabolous

Lyric Song Gotta Be Thug: Fabolous YoFabolous strive for digitseven connive to get it Niggas can t tell me nothin dunthe 5 is kitted for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard got enough chips to bribe you wit it pay off security at clubsget my guns and knives admitted I m the type that gets tried and aquitted if my vibes ain t wit it I pull the Four Five and spit it then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted I got niggas on my side comitted to leave you and the driver splitted with your brain spilled inside your fitted Fabolousthe only way to ID
him is in a Five BM puffin sticky green till my eyes be slim operate with more chips than IBM with me and make the news at Five PM
Chorus If ya ll see me gettin locked it gotta be drugs if ya ll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs if I m givin somethin to haters it gotta be slugs if it s one thing it s gotta be it s gotta be thug no infoI m I m leakin it gotta be blood If my earlobes are hangin it gotta be studs if the bitch on her kneesit gotta be love if it s one thing it s gotta beit s gotta be thug
Fabolous Niggas don t wanna play aroundthey see how calm I do things swarm in a blue rangearmed with two flames Flex play my jointsdrop bombs like Hussien catch a cataractsglance at the charm and new chain I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name niggas want itwhen you wave firearms their views change end up havin to move they Moms to Ukraine get ADT alarms and new names come in the clubunder each arm is two dames buyin bottles of Dom with my loose change niggas hate me now cause I catch the eyes of dimes flooded the hood with Tre s the size of dimes ride through the hood with chrome pokin off the wheels I m in the game tryin to get broken off with Mils shove the gun in your mouthhave you chokin off the steel niggas love the bandbut the chicks open off the grill
Chorus Fabolous I m ready to address the haters and underestimaters hop in the truckride up on ya ll like escalators hit ya chest upleave you hooked to respirators bed ridden talkin to investigators now these ladies will do anything just to date us cause we skate around on ice like escapaders dressed in Gatorsin peace I m restin haters when police come for mefly West to Vegas ridin or dyin niggas know I m ridin with iron smoke compartment in the dash that I m hidin the lye in my pockets is fatya ll accounts is on slim fast I m Twentywith Twenty s on a M Class just gimmie head it won t sweat your hairdo out we ain t tryin to hear you out we tryin to air you out make ya ll run to the stores and clear Clue out bout to put cameras in the trucktake the rearviews out What nigga

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