Thugs Mansion

Lyrics

[Intro: Lefty Gunplay, Santa Fe Klan & MoneySign Suede] No weapon formed against me shall harm or prosper Échale, Cricket Somos la Santa, carnal It's Lefty Gunplay MoneySign Suede Best Latino rappers to ever do this thing (Ayy, 90255) Definitely for sure took it the furthest [Chorus: MoneySign Suede & Lefty Gunplay] Look, don't even tell her that you slide 'cause you don't do that I won't argue 'bout a bitch, come get your boo back You want smoke, I'm on your head like a durag I don't gotta say I'm with it, niggas know I don't gotta prove that That nigga Suede, he a goon, nigga, do that He just left court, I heard that nigga fightin' two straps This shit part of the game, nigga, too bad Money come and go, so on my felons, spent some cool racks (It's Lefty Gunplay) [Verse 1: Lefty Gunplay] Yeah, if it ain't an S580, then it ain't a Benz Baby girl, you drive me crazy, but you just my friend My baby mama said I'm stupid, I can't comprehend You a Section 8 ho, you don't pay for rent Rest in peace SuckerFree104 City of BP where helicopters overload Dirty burners on the floor, guns in my grandma's home Have you ever tried to hide the burner in the fucking stove? Have you ever tried to hide the burner in your neighbor's home? Have you ever grew up in the trailer park, mobile home? Have you ever been so popular that everybody know it? Everybody want a flick everywhere I fucking go I thank MoneySign Suede 'fore every single show Every time I hit a lick for a plaque, already know He laid the foundation for me to go and do my thing I don't give a fuck, I'ma gangbang-bang [Chorus: MoneySign Suede] Don't even tell her that you slide 'cause you don't do that I won't argue 'bout a bitch, come get your boo back You want smoke, I'm on your head like a durag I don't gotta say I'm with it, niggas know I don't gotta prove that That nigga Suede, he a goon, nigga, do that He just left court, I heard that nigga fightin' two straps This shit part of the game, nigga, too bad Money come and go, so on my felons, spent some cool racks [Verse 2: Santa Fe Klan] Sobre todo está controla'o Así yo me manejo, siempre ando de lado a la'o Las morras quieren fiesta, todas ellas me han baila'o Tumba'o, tumba'o, tumba'o, tumba'o (Somos la Santa, carnal, ey) Con un pañuelo en la cara Un trago al suelo por la vida mala Yo no guardo el anzuelo, yo sí aguanto vara Me quedo callado si la policía me para Tengo carnales que me cuidan la espalda Hacemos lo que sea, nunca nadie dice nada Ya llegó el Quezada, el de la ropa tumbada Un saludo pa' las pandillas más pesadas Que se arme el refuego, que se prendan fuego Los tumbo luego luego, oh (Woah) Que se arme el refuego, que se prendan fuego Los tumbo luego luego, oh (Woah) [Chorus: MoneySign Suede] Don't even tell her that you slide 'cause you don't do that I won't argue 'bout a bitch, come get your boo back You want smoke, I'm on your head like a durag I don't gotta say I'm with it, niggas know I don't gotta prove that That nigga Suede, he a goon, nigga, do that He just left court, I heard that nigga fightin' two straps This shit part of the game, nigga, too bad Money come and go, so on my felons, spent some cool racks [Outro: Lefty Gunplay & Santa Fe Klan] It's Lefty Gunplay Rest in peace MoneySign Suede Still gangster, yeah Still blasting OTR Records Famous gangbanger I go by the name of Lefty Gunplay Ey-ey-ey Órale, carnal Hasta el cielo Un abrazo pa' to'a tu familia De mi barrio pa' tu barrio SF Viva México (Somos la Santa, carnal) DJ VIP