Трек «Thug In Ya Life» исполняет Dee Watkins, продолжительность композиции — 3 минуты 3 секунды. В формате MP3 (192 кбит/с) это примерно 4,2 МБ — скачивается за пару секунд. Трек добавлен в каталог 10 ноября 2026 и уже набрал 41 скачивание. Похожую музыку ищите в разделе «Зарубежная музыка» (5 496 песен). Трек можно включить в плеере на странице, а mp3 — сохранить на телефон или компьютер, без регистрации.
Текст песни «Thug In Ya Life»
Stop playin' with my motherfuckin' time What you talkin' 'bout? I call your phone, you answer, don't Decline my phone call, that's really Well, I'm in the studio Okay, what it got to do with you sayin'? Ayy, you trippin' though Ayy, I'm finna record right quick, I'ma call you right back You talk, you gon' call back, 'cause I know you not gon' call back Ayy, I'ma call back
Fuck you better than your nigga, girl, I know I do It's like every time we fuck, I bring that ho out you And I know that it's some things I don't know 'bout you And you say I act insane, girl, I know I do But give me more, I need some more And take your feelings, girl, and leave 'em at the door Say throw it back, throw it back I know it's good girl, but please don't get attached, no
Ayy, you the one that I be thinkin' 'bout You put your hair up in a bun and bring that demon out You keep that pussy nice and clean when I eat you out And we done did a lot of things I can't speak about And that nigga ain't fuckin' you right, no Baby girl, you need a thug in your life, woah But girl, I ain't the one, I hope you understand that
And I ain't never hard to find, I'm where them bands at
All that ass, you can't even fit them jeans on And girl, I ain't the type of nigga you should bring home I know it's hard 'cause I'm that nigga you can't leave 'lone I wanna rap, but I can't seem to leave the streets 'lone
Fuck you better than your nigga, girl, I know I do It's like every time we fuck, I bring that ho out you And I know that it's some things I don't know 'bout you And you say I act insane, girl, I know I do But give me more, I need some more And take your feelings, girl, and leave 'em at the door Say throw it back, throw it back I know it's good girl, but please don't get attached, no
Ridin' with this thirty on my left side On the road to riches in the Redeye I be mad, but I be tryna keep my head high I was posted on the block when it was bedtime
She just want a thug with her nigga, yeah Say she wanna take some drugs with a nigga, what I said Girl, you know that I ain't perfect, I be tryna do my best Every time I put that dick in you, you feel it in your chest, ayy
Ayy, and she know I'm a thug She know I be gettin' in my feelings off them drugs, ayy I be gettin' money, I ain't got no time to club So if you don't see me out, you knew exactly what it was, ayy That money comin' faster and faster All my bitches gettin' badder and badder I got these niggas gettin' madder and madder Long as I'm gettin' to them racks, it don't matter, ayy
And she just want a thug with her nigga, ayy Say she wanna do some drugs with a nigga, what I said Girl, you know that I ain't perfect, I be tryna do my best Should've signed a deal with Nike, I be gettin' to that
Huh, check, uh, uh, yeah, check, uh Check, uh, check, that's a check That's a motherfuckin' check That's a motherfuckin' check Uh, ayy