Thug Life Lyrics - Lil Wayne | Jay Jones &Amp; Gudda Gudda

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Sucker free, f**k a freak, everybody look at me
Codeine in my cup of tea
Suck the 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’ bi**h
White girl tannin’ turn to peach
My life is a f**kin’ bi**h
Money talkin’, kinda speech
Throwin’ sign like Robin Leach
Rest in peace to Robin Leach
She say “Hi”, I say “Yeah”
She was high, I was geeked
She sniff white, I pop Percs
I popped white and [?]
I want silence from the lions
Whole jungle know my name
I want the answer to the million dollar question
Ni**a come and count my change

Uh, thug life forever
Thug life for

I want my baby pictures on a hundred dollar bill (Yeah, yeah)
My lazy bi**hes teach my crazy bi**hes how to chill (Yeah, yeah)
Can’t keep my love like them drugs, like five percent (Yeah, yeah)
I just popped my second Robert and I popped a pill (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh (Yeah)
And I scream, “Thug life forever”
Gun fights whatever
It’s a cold world, hope the sun shine forever
We got one life whatever
Bi**hes f**k like we devils
Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Put the one beside the seven
Bi**h it’s thug life forever
Gun fights whatever
Nine by my side, I keep her like a stretcher, man
It’s a cold world, hope the sun shine forever
We got one life whatever
Bi**hes f**k like we devils, yeah

Yes we live that muthaf**kin’ thug life
She gon’ suck this dick ’til she get tongue tired
Hop out on your set, throw up the Blood sign
Rather tell it, tell it, tell it, the doves fly
It’s rather [?]
It don’t matter get your shadows, shadows
Specially if you rather tell ’em
Get the right [?]
Put the [?] in your medulla
I let ride the earthquake
The silence, stops all the chatters
Slap up your Madame
Hop into the Phantom, screamin’ out the anthem

Thug life (Thug life), thug life (Thug life)
What life? Thug life (Thug life)
Love life (Love life)
What life? (What life?)
F**k life, f**k life
Thug life (Thug life), thug life (Thug life)
What life? Thug life (Thug life)
Love life (Love life)
What life? (What life?)
F**k life, f**k life

Look, yeah
Don’t ask no questions, I’m the only answer (Don’t)
Shit, swing through your section, I’m the homie status (Bah, bah)
Make you perform in front the gun like you some sort of dancer (Yeah)
Your best resort is you should run like you some sort of prince

Damn, killa boss, kill the hoes (Yeah)
Many games, take a loss (Yeah)
[?] lost, man exhaust (Yeah)
My pill bustin’ a car for real
[?] it’s so hard to feel
I done came from the Grove (Yeah)
I used to hang ’round the fiends (For real)
Now I hang with the G.O.A.T
Dead, I was broke, layin’ on the loor
F**k that, I ain’t never goin’ back
Float me a boat, move me a hoe
Pimpin’, ain’t never goin’ back
Mask up, pick the [?] up
It’s a cash rush, I got somethin’ for his ass
Stand up, ni**a man up
Pick your pants up, come and bring it to the stash
We [?]

Yeah we live that mothaf**kin’ thug life
And she gon’ suck this dick ’til she get tongue tired
And I got them goons on the front line
Rather tell it, tell it, tell it, the doves fly
Thug life forever (Yeah)
Gun fights whatever (Yeah)
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
Bi**h it’s thug life forever
Seventeen
Put the one beside the seven, yeah

Thug life, thug life
What life? Thug life
Love life (Love life)
What life? (What life?)
F**k life, f**k life

Thug life (Thug life), thug life (Thug life)
Middle fingers up, livin’ thug life, ayy
Traphouse jumpin’, got a lunch line, ayy
Big Body Benz, ni**a plus size, yeah
Bad bi**h let me f**k one time (Yeah)
Bad bi**h, I only f**k sometimes (Woo, yeah)
I’m grindin’ baby girl to see the upside (No)
Tell my girl I’m on [?] like an empire (Woo)
My whippin’ is crazy, whippin’ this foreign
And the baby stands on the stove, I’m [?]
Cook up the coke then shavin’
Mula the army, the Navy
F**k all you ni**as, to each is own
I f**k on that bi**h that you bleedin’ on
I’m cuppin’ on ni**as, Codeine, cologne
F**k y’all I’m sippin’ Céline Dion
King of the kitchen, yeah my city’s the throne (Yeah)
Phone keep ringin’, bih leave me alone (Brrr)
Banana clip hangin’, [?] Capone
And she clappin’ at your ass, like I’m singin’ the song
Screamin’ thug life (Thug life), 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
Bi**h it’s thug life forever, bi**h it’s thug life, thug life
[?] that model, poppin’ thug life
F**kin’ on your bi**h ’til she a doves cry
Sippin’ on that motherf**kin’ [?]
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang