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Thugger Way Video (MV)




Performed By: K Swoon
Length: 3:15
Written by: Kiran Anderson




K Swoon - Thugger Way Lyrics




I might just walk on the street with my brothers we making more noise than a trumpet
Gas I be smoking is nothing to play with I might just get high as a motherf*ckin' comet
Lean for your liver it may be too much so sip slow if you don't wanna motherf*ckin' vomit
They be my bothers we got different mothers stay ten toes you know we all gone always stay solid

You know what it is nigga rapping like thugga
I hit from the back on that bih with no rubber
You think you so funny I call you chris tucker
Two hoes claim they straight but they kissing each other
Only 18 but I look good enough to come through and I prolly come slash on ya mother
Walk in yo hood with my brothers and choppers they loaded up know they be toting barettas
Hey, hey
Two rari's they horses and Getty up
She told me come over and beat it up
My money be long like I'm Donald trump
I Lay out his body right in the trunk
This loud I be blowing is super skunk
Imma buy mama a Bentley truck
That Porsche for my daddy gone make shook
I came in dripping Like I am river
Lil mama hot like the month of September What did you see boy I hope you remember
I hang in the hair like that motherf*cker Simba
Eatin her kitty her leg get the shivers
Smoking backwoods in the creek of the timbers
You not the gang you was never a member
I got the sauce I feel like I'm a blender
I'm at the top and I'm feeling like hokage
I know some killers who gone pull up on you broad day
He a lesson, imma teach em im sensei
Lil shawty digging me she love me for my word play
We airing out the building killing like some bug spray
And I done gotta love jones like Lorenz Tate
Lil baby f*ckin up the kids like harambe
Two perc 30s swallowed down imma zombie

I might just walk on the street with my brothers we making more noise than a trumpet
Gas I be smoking is nothing to play with I might just get high as a motherf*ckin' comet
Lean for your liver it may be too much so sip slow if you don't wanna motherf*ckin' vomit
They be my bothers we got different mothers stay ten toes you know we all gone always stay solid

Lil bitch I been hot like a skillet
If you wanna get hotter I'll grill it
Lil mama she fine like a ticket
I might have to ask her to kick it
I keep me some racks just like tennis
I ain't seem to be mad in a minute
I'm hitting my baby for fitness
Don't snitch since we know you a witness
I had to cross me a border it cost me a quarter, I had to go ship out a kilo
Crossing the street and my pockets keep wrestling they getting fat like a mf sumo
If you want smoke then you prolly gone choke, you a hoe, and my gang gone really go Rambo
Hit from the back got her singing falsetto
I'm in first place think I need gold medal
Imma go 2-3 I feel like Lebron
Told you quit playing and let that shit run
Don't touch the scale when I know it's a ton
These niggas act like it's that time of the month
Love it when she put her hair in a bun
You not from the streets so you don't need a gun
Keep it all black and white nigga just like a nun
I rap and get racks this is not just for fun

I might just walk on the street with my brothers we making more noise than a trumpet
Gas I be smoking is nothing to play with I might just get high as a motherf*ckin' comet
Lean for your liver it may be too much so sip slow if you don't wanna motherf*ckin' vomit
They be my bothers we got different mothers stay ten toes you know we all gone always stay solid
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I might just walk on the street with my brothers we making more noise than a trumpet
Gas I be smoking is nothing to play with I might just get high as a motherf*ckin' comet
Lean for your liver it may be too much so sip slow if you don't wanna motherf*ckin' vomit
They be my bothers we got different mothers stay ten toes you know we all gone always stay solid

You know what it is nigga rapping like thugga
I hit from the back on that bih with no rubber
You think you so funny I call you chris tucker
Two hoes claim they straight but they kissing each other
Only 18 but I look good enough to come through and I prolly come slash on ya mother
Walk in yo hood with my brothers and choppers they loaded up know they be toting barettas
Hey, hey
Two rari's they horses and Getty up
She told me come over and beat it up
My money be long like I'm Donald trump
I Lay out his body right in the trunk
This loud I be blowing is super skunk
Imma buy mama a Bentley truck
That Porsche for my daddy gone make shook
I came in dripping Like I am river
Lil mama hot like the month of September What did you see boy I hope you remember
I hang in the hair like that motherf*cker Simba
Eatin her kitty her leg get the shivers
Smoking backwoods in the creek of the timbers
You not the gang you was never a member
I got the sauce I feel like I'm a blender
I'm at the top and I'm feeling like hokage
I know some killers who gone pull up on you broad day
He a lesson, imma teach em im sensei
Lil shawty digging me she love me for my word play
We airing out the building killing like some bug spray
And I done gotta love jones like Lorenz Tate
Lil baby f*ckin up the kids like harambe
Two perc 30s swallowed down imma zombie

I might just walk on the street with my brothers we making more noise than a trumpet
Gas I be smoking is nothing to play with I might just get high as a motherf*ckin' comet
Lean for your liver it may be too much so sip slow if you don't wanna motherf*ckin' vomit
They be my bothers we got different mothers stay ten toes you know we all gone always stay solid

Lil bitch I been hot like a skillet
If you wanna get hotter I'll grill it
Lil mama she fine like a ticket
I might have to ask her to kick it
I keep me some racks just like tennis
I ain't seem to be mad in a minute
I'm hitting my baby for fitness
Don't snitch since we know you a witness
I had to cross me a border it cost me a quarter, I had to go ship out a kilo
Crossing the street and my pockets keep wrestling they getting fat like a mf sumo
If you want smoke then you prolly gone choke, you a hoe, and my gang gone really go Rambo
Hit from the back got her singing falsetto
I'm in first place think I need gold medal
Imma go 2-3 I feel like Lebron
Told you quit playing and let that shit run
Don't touch the scale when I know it's a ton
These niggas act like it's that time of the month
Love it when she put her hair in a bun
You not from the streets so you don't need a gun
Keep it all black and white nigga just like a nun
I rap and get racks this is not just for fun

I might just walk on the street with my brothers we making more noise than a trumpet
Gas I be smoking is nothing to play with I might just get high as a motherf*ckin' comet
Lean for your liver it may be too much so sip slow if you don't wanna motherf*ckin' vomit
They be my bothers we got different mothers stay ten toes you know we all gone always stay solid
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Writer: Kiran Anderson
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