[Hook]
Questions on my feed, they like is he really thuggin?
Got these hoes intrigued, they like who that nigga fucking?
Bitch it’s big Massina, I don’t need no introduction
You ain’t talking breesha then ain’t no further discussion
Bought my bitch some Jimmys now she scuffing up your budget
Kanye off the Henny, I might fuck shit up in public
Pull them bands out, it’s a whole damn production
Real street nigga putting on, you gotta love it
[Verse 1]
Said you gotta love it, really though you gotta hate it
I ain’t Stephen King but I motherfucking made it
The most anticipated, niggas say I blew up quick
‘Cause my name ringing bells like Martin when he was sick
I was out here quarterbacking, talking plays all on my wrist
And you nеver took a risk, you be sitting down to piss
But Thugga I ain’t nevеr been no bitch, you know what’s up with me
Like Romeo arguing with his pops, I stand up to pee
Parked outside the DoubleTree right beside your Honda
Yay in the Mercedes Benz, I ain’t recording Donda
Keep that presidential in a jar like Futurama
Feel like Raiden vs. Shang Tsung, they trying to steal my thunder
I got
[Hook]
Questions on my feed, they like is he really thuggin?
Got these hoes intrigued, they like who that nigga fucking?
Bitch it’s big Massina, I don’t need no introduction
You ain’t talking breesha then ain’t no further discussion
Bought my bitch some Jimmys now she scuffing up your budget
Kanye off the Henny, I might fuck shit up in public
Pull them bands out, it’s a whole damn production
Real street nigga putting on, you gotta love it
[Verse 2]
Or hate it, these lying ass rappers feeling gutted
Ain’t no more Kung Lao, now that cap ain’t gonna cut it
My AP flooded like the RZA’s house
This the Millennium Tour, y’all starting to fizz out
Niggas do anything to get clout, including kill
That’s why I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m tucking the Sage Steele
And nowadays rappers don’t keep it real
Guess I’m the only one left life the face on a 10 dollar bill
Chill, you be talking like you really let them pistols blam
Until the Drac’ pops like Dennis Graham
Pull up in the drop bumping Killa Cam
And you know I’m abstinent if you don’t give a damn
[Hook]
Questions on my feed, they like is he really thuggin?
Got these hoes intrigued, they like who that nigga fucking?
Bitch it’s big Massina, I don’t need no introduction
You ain’t talking breesha then ain’t no further discussion
Bought my bitch some Jimmys now she scuffing up your budget
Kanye off the Henny, I might fuck shit up in public
Pull them bands out, it’s a whole damn production
Real street nigga putting on, you gotta love it
Questions on my feed, they like is he really thuggin?
Got these hoes intrigued, they like who that nigga fucking?
Bitch it’s big Massina, I don’t need no introduction
You ain’t talking breesha then ain’t no further discussion
Bought my bitch some Jimmys now she scuffing up your budget
Kanye off the Henny, I might fuck shit up in public
Pull them bands out, it’s a whole damn production
Real street nigga putting on, you gotta love it
[Verse 1]
Said you gotta love it, really though you gotta hate it
I ain’t Stephen King but I motherfucking made it
The most anticipated, niggas say I blew up quick
‘Cause my name ringing bells like Martin when he was sick
I was out here quarterbacking, talking plays all on my wrist
And you nеver took a risk, you be sitting down to piss
But Thugga I ain’t nevеr been no bitch, you know what’s up with me
Like Romeo arguing with his pops, I stand up to pee
Parked outside the DoubleTree right beside your Honda
Yay in the Mercedes Benz, I ain’t recording Donda
Keep that presidential in a jar like Futurama
Feel like Raiden vs. Shang Tsung, they trying to steal my thunder
I got
[Hook]
Questions on my feed, they like is he really thuggin?
Got these hoes intrigued, they like who that nigga fucking?
Bitch it’s big Massina, I don’t need no introduction
You ain’t talking breesha then ain’t no further discussion
Bought my bitch some Jimmys now she scuffing up your budget
Kanye off the Henny, I might fuck shit up in public
Pull them bands out, it’s a whole damn production
Real street nigga putting on, you gotta love it
[Verse 2]
Or hate it, these lying ass rappers feeling gutted
Ain’t no more Kung Lao, now that cap ain’t gonna cut it
My AP flooded like the RZA’s house
This the Millennium Tour, y’all starting to fizz out
Niggas do anything to get clout, including kill
That’s why I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m tucking the Sage Steele
And nowadays rappers don’t keep it real
Guess I’m the only one left life the face on a 10 dollar bill
Chill, you be talking like you really let them pistols blam
Until the Drac’ pops like Dennis Graham
Pull up in the drop bumping Killa Cam
And you know I’m abstinent if you don’t give a damn
[Hook]
Questions on my feed, they like is he really thuggin?
Got these hoes intrigued, they like who that nigga fucking?
Bitch it’s big Massina, I don’t need no introduction
You ain’t talking breesha then ain’t no further discussion
Bought my bitch some Jimmys now she scuffing up your budget
Kanye off the Henny, I might fuck shit up in public
Pull them bands out, it’s a whole damn production
Real street nigga putting on, you gotta love it
( Thugga Massina )
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