Slick Pulla Corporate Thuggin (feat. Young Jeezy And Blood Raw) Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
I said, I'm +Corporate Thuggin+
C-T-E!!
Until the day I die, dat's the way it's gon' be
Thug Motivation, I'm b__pin' in my 3
Blowin' on some killa s___ dat I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah we call it Tennessee
I'm good in err' hood, err' body know me
So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm dreamin'
Pray fo' Uncle Ray, yeah dat n____ still beamin'
Lookin' fly in the c___ pit, a n____ still leanin'
Money out here, so a n____ still schemin'
And I don't make music, but the m____fuckin' critics
They don't understand 'cause they ain't m____fuckin' livin' it
And I ain't trippin' on +The Source+, I got a m____fuckin' +plug+
Keepin' 5 mics, I'm still a m________in' thug
Now, the question is - CAN A n____ REALLY RAP?
And they ask you - IS YOU EVA BEEN TO THE TRAP?
b____ I make hits, you n____s waste time
And I be g______ if I let chu waste mine
Like change fo' the betta, but I'm still strapped
Trigga-happy n____, don't make me relapse
Attitude like "f___ It!" - they hatin' anyway
And I can give a f___ what a n____ gotta say
YOU STILL TALKIN' BLOW? - YOU GOD d___ RIGH!
What else I'm gon' say dat's my mu'f___in' life
I just left Jamaica I'm talkin' Nachos Rios
Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas
Brought a few pills but dats only fo' the skeezas
Used my black car but dat's only fo' the reefa
Wussuh! (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Not a day go by, dat I ain't high
Hit the mall err'day, n____ I stay fly
26 inches, yeah I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, hommie dat's no lie

Not a day go by, dat I ain't high
Hit the mall err'day, n____ I stay fly
Get it how we live, yeah we try to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby dat's no lie
Wussuh!

[Verse 2 - Blood Raw]
Blood Raw! Everybody love me (Yay-Uh!!)
Blowin' on Jamaica, the boy +Corporate Thuggin+
Glasses in the air, everybody toastin'
Gettin' f___ed up n____, everybody totin' (Oooh)
Posted wit a broad, yeah she blacka then an African (Yeah)
Hair down her back, like she mixed wit Italian (Haha..)
Mamii so thick, man she look like a stallion
Introduced her to my patna - yeah it's on, so what's happenin'

[Verse 3 - Slick Pulla]
Wha's hann'in!
Dead presidents (Ch'yah!), brief-case full of 'em
Couldn't take a chance, we do it fo' the love of 'em (C'monn!)
Livin' life fast (Yah!), we do it fo' the rush of it
Rubberband stacks, we do it fo' the touch of it (Okayye!)
This s___ don't stop (Stop!)
Corporate Thuggin' n____ 'till my casket drop (Yah!)
Yams in the booth did the same on the block
Don't blame me, I'm just trynna get a knot (Nah!)
U-S-D-AYE!

[Chorus]

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