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Paroles de la chanson Thuggin Under God par Soldier Kidd

Ain't no classy boy, I'm a nasty boy
Ooh, you's batty boy, yeah
Soldier Kidd, yeah, hundred bands
Woo, Triple-X (for real?), Triple-X (for real?)

I be on the block where the youngins love the rock
I be drinkin' Henny, sippin' on Ciroc
I been sellin' hard, I ain't even need a doc
I'm sicker than your broad, boy I think I need a doc
I ain't got no heart, baby girl it's just a rock
Young nigga run the street, yeah I'm a hood star
Got my stick in the car and my lick ain't too far
And I'm slidin' with the rock but I'm thuggin' under God

I ain't even got a job, this right here a stolen car
It ain't on my face case, I go anywhere I want
Niggas know I'm servin' gate, tell me what the fuck you want
I just hit another stain, and I put Lil Bino on
I ain't got no ceiling on, bump into that solider trunk
I was tryna get a crumb, niggas wouldn't give me none'
You don't know the threat I pose, die by the fuckin' pole
She say I'm an antidote, ooh you cleaner than a soap
I be sailin' like a boat, I be givin' niggas hope, music sellin' like it's dope
2020 projects, I was born off 20 Court

And I had knowledge before I was even born

I be on the block where the youngins love the rock
I be drinkin' Henny, sippin' on Ciroc
I been sellin' hard, I ain't even need a doc
I'm sicker than your broad, boy I think I need a doc
I ain't got no heart, baby girl it's just a rock
Young nigga run the street, yeah I'm a hood star
Got my stick in the car and my lick ain't too far
And I'm slidin' with the rock but I'm thuggin' under God

And I'm sippin' on that Cognac, I just hit a four flat
Joe creepin' through the back, I'm in class with a sack

Shorty smokin' rico pack, I ain't tryna interact
I be in the streets for real, all you niggas internet
I don't know ABC's, tell my teacher triple X
This one here right for the streets, 'cause won't get no benefits
You keep sending me the streets, I only want the benefits
This a stolen V bitch, I don't get no rental in
Told 'em got no evidence, so I'm finna slide the 'Vette
Is you finna ride for him, yeah I'm finna die for him
It's like I'm committed, I just can't resist it
I just need a ball back so I'ma blitz it

I be on the block where the youngins love the rock

I be drinkin' Henny, sippin' on Ciroc
I been sellin' hard, I ain't even need a doc
I'm sicker than your broad, boy I think I need a doc
I ain't got no heart, baby girl it's just a rock
Young nigga run the street, yeah I'm a hood star
Got my stick in the car and my lick ain't too far
And I'm slidin' with the rock but I'm thuggin' under God

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