Lil Wayne, Jay Jones, Gudda Gudda – Thug Life Lyrics

Lyrics Thug Life – Lil Wayne feat. Jay Jones & Gudda Gudda

Sucker free, f**k a freak
everybody look at me
Codeine in my cup of tea
Suck a D and brush your teeth
Y’all give me the f**kin’ creeps
Y’all give me the f**kin’ creeps

My life is a f**kin’ beach
White girl tannin’ turn to peach
My life is a f**kin’ beach
Money talkin’, comma, speech
Throwin’ sign like Robin Leach
Rest in peace to Robin Leach

She say Hi, I say Yeeerrrp
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
N**ga come and count my change

Uh, thug life forever
Thug life for

I want my baby pictures on a hundred dollar bill
My lazy b**ches teach my crazy b**ches how to chill
Can’t keep my love life and drug life opposite
I just popped my second rubber then I popped a pill
Then I scream, Thug life forever
Gun fights wherever
It’s a cold world, hope the sun shine forever
We got one life, whatever
B**ches f**k like we devils
Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Put the one beside the seven
B**ch, 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
B**ches f**k like we devils, yeah

Yes, we live that mothaf**kin’ 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
What life Thug life
Love life, what life
F**k life, f**k life
Thug life , thug life
What life Thug life
Love life, what life
F**k life, f**k life

Look, yeah
Don’t ask no questions, I’m the only answer
S**t, swing through your section, I’m the homie status
Make you perform in front the gun like you some sort of dancer
Your best resort is you should run like you some sort of prince
Damn, killa boss, kill the h*es
Many games, take a loss
Pure lost, man exhaust
My pill bustin’ a car for real
Thugs doubt, it’s so hard to feel
I done came from the Grove
I used to hang ’round the fiends
Now I hang with the G.O.A.T
Dead, I was broke, layin’ on the floor
F**k 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, n**ga man up
Pick your pants up, come and bring it to the stash
We cashed out

Yeah, we live that mothaf**kin’ 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
Gun fights wherever
It’s a cold world, hope the sun shine forever
We got one life, whatever
Screamin’, f**k life, we devils
Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Put the one beside the seven
B**ch, it’s thug life forever
Seventeen
Put the one beside the seven, yeah

Thug life, thug life
What life Thug life
Love life, what life
F**k life, f**k life

Thug life , thug life
Middle fingers up, livin’ thug life, ayy
Traphouse jumpin’, got a lunch line, ayy
Big Body Benz, n**ga plus size, yeah
Bad b**ch let me f**k one time
Bad b**ch, I only f**k sometimes
I’m grindin’ baby girl to see the upside
Tell my girl I’m on strike like an umpire
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
F**k all you n**gas, to each is own
I f**k on that b**ch that you bleedin’ on
I’m cuppin’ on n**gas, Codeine, cologne
F**k y’all I’m sippin’ Céline Dion
King of the kitchen, yeah, my seat is a throne
Phone keep ringin’, bih leaνe me alone
Banana clip hangin’ at your Chiquita Capone
And she clappin’ at your ass, like I’m singin’ the song
Screamin’ 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, f**k life
We may all die together
B**ch it’s thug life forever, b**ch it’s thug life, thug life
Yes, we live that mothaf**kin’ thug life
F**kin’ on your b**ch ’til she a doves cry
Sippin’ on that motherf**kin’ mudslide
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang…

➤ Written by Lil Wayne, Jay Jones, Gudda Gudda
Lil Wayne | Gudda Gudda | Jay Jones | 2020

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