Thug Love

Heart breaking
Mind shaking
Love fading
Time changing
Hurt too many times
But I keep my head straight
I ain't got no love
For them bitches all them petty hoes
Cash pilling
Many rolls
All I know
Got to go
So many bitches
I don't give a fuck
Hustle mode
Cash on go
Play with the toys
I don't play with my funds
Give my love to no bitch
Die for no snitch nigga
Ride for my self

Love you so I need you
Yea I tried to please you
Hope that we reason
Baby yea I miss you
I know yea I tease you
A slime for a slime
Snitches got to die
Yea My mind stay broken
Slime still frozen
I ain't think about love
Faith all on GOD
Busting down AP's
Think about no babies
Still on the same shit
My life moving wavy
Ride with my Stacy
I ain't got to say this
I ain't trust in love
Keep my trust in GOD
You know what you did
Yea I think you did enough

Know what you did
Yea I think you did enough

Yea I Look at myself
Yea The things that I did
Yea Shit that I pull
Yea the life that I live
But I work for the fame
Yea I Glock for the gang
Yea I still got to do it "yea"
Eye for this shit
Yea I look at my self
Now
I walk like a thug
Talk like a thug
Rap like a thug
Luv like a thug
Work for my funds
Play with them boys
Had to risk it all

Shit moving crazy

Fucked bitches got me
Meditating acting crazy
Funny story
Yea I told my Stacy
She know what I do
And I ain't play with the pe's
So many times
Had to grind with the Gee's
Stay on the greens
All my plans are chills
I ain't give a fuck what a bitch got to say
Never tried to stay
Yea Am thankful for the pain
Life still in change
Yea My Lotion turn to potion
Yea I wish to see the ocean
Yea My dreams making motions
I don't fuck with love
Put my trust in GOD
Yea you know what you did
Yea I did it
So I did it
Yea I still got to pipe
Yea my heart in the game

Love breaking twice
But I still got to pipe
Yea my homies call me Blaiz
But I pull up with rest yea
The best with the flex "nigga"
Talk about the test
But I grow through the mind
And I Pipe every night
Think about the phone "nigga"
Rolly and the Porsche
Yea I dream about the car "yea"
Ak's and buredda
Yea shooters on my left
You ain't try to do me wrong
But I pull up with the bag
Am stashing out the game

Heart breaking
Mind shaking
Love fading
Time changing
Hurt too many times
But I keep my head straight
I ain't got no love
For them bitches all them petty hoes
Cash piling
Many rolls
All I know
Got to go
So many bitches
I don't give a fuck
Hustle mode
Cash on go
Play with the toys
I don't play with my funds
Give my love to no bitch
Die for no snitch nigga
Ride for myself

Form boss
Nigga Contest
Nigga come flex
Nigga compress
Nigga context
Nigga Rolex with the botex
Bow ties
AP on the line
Nigga talk about it
Nigga It's thy shoe size



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