Cuffin

Lyrics

[Intro: Slim Thug] Though-though-though-though-though-though Though we gotta say goodbye (This is bye-bye, bitches) For the summer (Thugger) Baby, I promise you this (I mean, you know what I'm sayin'? It's been fun, man, you know?) I'll send you all my love Every day in a letter (I got a lotta uh-memories in the game) A lotta beautiful memories Hoes keep callin', I ain't pickin' up Hoes keep callin', I ain't pickin' up Thugger [Verse 1: Slim Thug] Hoes keep callin', I ain't pickin' up Treat 'em like they treat us, bitch, you broke as fuck I ain't tryna pay your bills, stop beggin' I don't care how fat that ass look in leggin's I know you're here to fool, but baby, I'm cool She got more miles than my old school I'm too old to be dealin' with these hoes That ain't got no goals, just tryna get choose Make a thot hop out my Rolls She standin' in the back, these suicide doors Boys be talkin' down, said I ain't shit Hoppin' out of your Camry made in '06 Before you be a hater, bitch, get rich Can't tell me how to get paid if you ain't got shit But you right, I'm not shit But I'm the shit compared to you so stay off my dick Thugger [Interlude: GT Garza] Yeah, you know 2K14, Bo Life Man, fuck these hoes We don't fuck around, we fuck up and die Look [Verse 2: GT Garza] Now who that, who are you? Bitch, who the fuck you think? It's Garz', Mr. Barz, smoother than a mink I can see you standin' in the club waitin' on a drink Bitch, I wouldn't pitch you water comin' out the sink Go somewhere and put your face on in the bathroom You an embarrassment to the classroom Swear you want steak, but you really on canned food How you a bad bitch when you been ran through? I keep a new bitch 'round 5'4" And a couple goons with a slide-door Married to the game, shit, what I need a bride for? My watch froze, shit, what I got time for? Labels hit me up, what you gonna sign for? Shit, I'm like, "What I need to lie for?" Hit Slim up, I'm like, "What you think, G?" He like, "Charge they ass up like I woulda done in 9-4" Now my money stretch like the long jump And my side bitches leave when the sun up Elevator to the top, now I gun up So tell 'em where I'm at when they see the song up