[00:00.00] 作词 : Jeffery Williams/London Holmes
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jeffery Williams/London Holmes
[00:03.05]Yeah
[00:05.67]Thugger Thugger
[00:08.67]Got my broadie London in this mother****er man
[00:10.00]I'm tell ya this beat, hard, this one hard as ****, listen bro
[00:13.75]I go up up and away
[00:17.31]And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
[00:20.81]Plus I'm the realest ****er inside the A
[00:26.49]
[00:26.99]And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
[00:30.18]And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
[00:33.62]And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey ****ers
[00:37.43]I got plenty ammo for your family ****ers
[00:41.24]Ammo for these mother****in' assholes
[00:43.55]Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
[00:47.05]Mother****in' assholes tripping I get prison and **** your father up
[00:50.74]I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
[00:53.80]I'm doing numbers
[00:55.24]
[00:55.43]I got bands in the bando
[00:56.93]And I'm beating David Banner
[00:58.49]And I'm smoking on cabana
[01:00.24]Leanin movin slow as grandma
[01:02.05]Motor runnin, spit them commas, now it's thunder
[01:05.88]Count a hundred want a hunnid more that's hunger
[01:09.44]Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungry
[01:14.13]Young Thugger got the munchies
[01:16.69]All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon
[01:19.63]Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit
[01:26.71]Mother****ing assholes know they can vomit
[01:29.77]I'm growing green me and chi-chi, no pet
[01:32.33]But I'm chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly
[01:35.58]
[01:35.77]And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
[01:38.78]And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
[01:42.23]And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey ****ers
[01:45.73]I got plenty ammo for your family ****ers
[01:49.55]Ammo for these mother****in' assholes
[01:51.92]Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
[01:55.36]Mother****in' assholes tripping I get prison and **** your father up
[01:59.23]I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
[02:02.61]I'm doing numbers
[02:03.80]
[02:03.92]I'm a tell em one time
[02:16.23]I can read your mind
[02:19.30]Pop, pop, pop, pop, then start ridin
[02:22.36]Brand new 24's, ****er on climb
[02:26.12]You's a busta, ****er rhymes
[02:28.77]No Sticky fingers, no porcupine
[02:32.39]Genius I'll chase the day
[02:35.84]Wait, let me pick up his remains
[02:39.47]Let them gators get their prey
[02:42.84]Hold up hold up, wait
[02:44.41]
[02:44.59]And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
[02:47.47]And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
[02:50.67]And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey ****ers
[02:55.61]I got plenty ammo for your family ****ers
[02:58.11]Ammo for these mother****in' assholes
[03:00.61]Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
[03:04.05]Mother****in' assholes tripping I get prison and **** your father up
[03:08.11]I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
[03:11.11]I'm doing numbers

作词 : Jeffery Williams/London Holmes
作曲 : Jeffery Williams/London Holmes
Yeah
Thugger Thugger
Got my broadie London in this mother****er man
I'm tell ya this beat, hard, this one hard as ****, listen bro
I go up up and away
And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
Plus I'm the realest ****er inside the A
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey ****ers
I got plenty ammo for your family ****ers
Ammo for these mother****in' assholes
Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
Mother****in' assholes tripping I get prison and **** your father up
I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers
I got bands in the bando
And I'm beating David Banner
And I'm smoking on cabana
Leanin movin slow as grandma
Motor runnin, spit them commas, now it's thunder
Count a hundred want a hunnid more that's hunger
Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungry
Young Thugger got the munchies
All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon
Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit
Mother****ing assholes know they can vomit
I'm growing green me and chi-chi, no pet
But I'm chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey ****ers
I got plenty ammo for your family ****ers
Ammo for these mother****in' assholes
Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
Mother****in' assholes tripping I get prison and **** your father up
I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers
I'm a tell em one time
I can read your mind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, then start ridin
Brand new 24's, ****er on climb
You's a busta, ****er rhymes
No Sticky fingers, no porcupine
Genius I'll chase the day
Wait, let me pick up his remains
Let them gators get their prey
Hold up hold up, wait
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey ****ers
I got plenty ammo for your family ****ers
Ammo for these mother****in' assholes
Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
Mother****in' assholes tripping I get prison and **** your father up
I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers