Saturday, August 15, 2020

Lil Wayne – Thug Life Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Thug Life Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Thug Life Lyrics


  Lil Wayne – Thug Life Lyrics



Thug Life By Lil Wayne


Sucker free, fuck a freak, everybody look at me

Codeine in my cup of tea

Suck the D and brush your teeth

Y’all give me the fuckin’ creeps

Y’all give me the fuckin’ creeps

My life is a fuckin’ beach

White girl tannin’ turn to peach

My life is a fuckin’ beach

Money talkin’, comma, speech

Throwin’ sign like Robin Leach

Rest in peace to Robin Leach

She say “Hi”, I say “Yeah”

She was high, I was geeked

She sniff white, I pop Percs

I pop white and I pop pink

I want silence from the lions

Whole jungle know my name

I want the answer to the million dollar question

Nigga come and count my change


Uh, thug life forever

Thug life for


I want my baby pictures on a hundred dollar bill (yeah, yeah)

My lazy bitches teach my crazy bitches how to chill (yeah, yeah)

Can’t keep my love life and drug life opposite (yeah, yeah)

I just popped my second rubber then I popped a pill (yeah, yeah)

Huh (yeah)

Then I scream, “Thug life forever”

Gun fights wherever

It’s a cold world, hope the sun shine forever

We got one life, whatever

Bitches fuck like we devils

Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen

Put the one beside the seven

Bitch, it’s thug life forever

Gun fights wherever

Nina by my side, I treat her like she special, man

It’s a cold world, hope the sun shine forever

We got one life, whatever

Bitches fuck like we devils, yeah


Yes, we live that mothafuckin’ thug life

She gon’ suck this dick’til she get tongue-tied

Hop out on your set, throw up the Blood sign

Ratta-tatta, tatta-tatta, doves fly

It’s rata-tat-tat-tat, scatter or get splat

That it don’t matter get your shadows, shadows

‘Specially if you rather tattle

Get the ratta-tattin’til your towel up

Put the ratta-tatta in your medulla

I move gat, and let it rattle, earthquake to Saturn

Stop all the chatter, slap up your Madame

Hop back in the Phantom, screamin’ out the anthem


Thug life (thug life), thug life (thug life)

What life? Thug life (thug life)

Love life (love life)

What life? (what life? )

Fuck life, fuck life

Thug life (thug life), thug life (thug life)

What life? Thug life (thug life)

Love life (love life)

What life? (what life? )

Fuck life, fuck life


Look, yeah

Don’t ask no questions, I’m the only answer (don’t)

Shit, swing through your section, I’m the homie status (bah, bah)

Make you perform in front the gun like you some sort of dancer (yeah)

Your best resort is you should run like you some sort of prince

Damn, killa boss, kill the hoes (yeah)

Many games, take a loss (yeah)

Pure lost, man exhaust (yeah)

My pill bustin’ a car for real

Thugs doubt, it’s so hard to feel

I done came from the Grove (yeah)

I used to hang’round the fiends (for real)

Now I hang with the G. O. A. T

Dead, I was broke, layin’ on the floor

Fuck that, I ain’t never goin’ back

Float me a boat, move me a ho

Pimpin’, ain’t never goin’ back

Mask up, pick the [? ] Up

It’s a cash rush, I got somethin’ for his ass

Stand up, nigga man up

Pick your pants up, come and bring it to the stash

We cashed out


Yeah, we live that mothafuckin’ thug life

And she gon’ suck this dick’til she get tongue-tied

And I got them goons on the front line

Ratta-tatta, tatta-tatta, doves fly

Thug life forever (yeah)

Gun fights wherever (yeah)

It’s a cold world, hope the sun shine forever

We got one life, whatever

Screamin’, “Fuck life”, we devils

Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen

Put the one beside the seven

Bitch, it’s thug life forever

Seventeen

Put the one beside the seven, yeah


Thug life, thug life

What life? Thug life

Love life (love life)

What life? (what life? )

Fuck life, fuck life


Thug life (thug life), thug life (thug life)

Middle fingers up, livin’ thug life, ayy

Traphouse jumpin’, got a lunch line, ayy

Big Body Benz, nigga plus size, yeah

Bad bitch let me fuck one time (yeah)

Bad bitch, I only fuck sometimes (woo, yeah)

I’m grindin’ baby girl to see the upside (no)

Tell my girl I’m on strike like an umpire (woo)

My whippin’ is crazy, whippin’ this foreign

And the baby stands on the stove, I’m slavin’

Cook up the coke then shavin’

Mula the Army, the Navy

Fuck all you niggas, to each is own

I fuck on that bitch that you bleedin’ on

I’m cuppin’ on niggas, Codeine, cologne

Fuck y’all I’m sippin’ Celine Dion

King of the kitchen, yeah, my seat is a throne (yeah)

Phone keep ringin’, bih leave me alone (br)

Banana clip hangin’ at your Chiquita Capone

And she clappin’ at your ass, like I’m singin’ the song

Screamin’ thug life (thug life), thug life (thug life)

Back and forth, plus the shoebox

Backwoods stuffed with moonrocks

Send a hunnid shots then we wuzzop


Thug life forever, thug life forever

Screamin’ “Thug life to Heaven”

All the thugs cry together

We got, one life, fuck life

We may all die together

Bitch it’s thug life forever, bitch it’s thug life, thug life

Yes, we live that motherfuckin’ thug life

Fuckin’ on your bitch’til she a doves cry

Sippin’ on that motherfuckin’ mudslide

Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang

all we work for is to satisfy you.