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[chorus: x2] If u my nigga, u my nigga then we stick together thick n then thats my nigga then my nigga then This for my nigga, my round, my wodie, my killa, my thug, my nigga, my love, my cock it back ready tah bust. Since we was small, look u was around nigga You dont pay 'cause i took tha charge 'cause im down nigga wen we was broke we cocked it back and we was blastin wen we could smoke we pulled off witcho sacks,laughing if we get chose, we goin on the same line, boxin at the same time, u my thug and I aint lyin. Let me fuck yo main line, U dont cherish it. When beef kicked off, U the 1st one hollin burry this, Look, i'll tell ya this, If u cross em', I'm gon bank a bitch. Letras de cancionesIf 4 niggas go on this lick, 2 of dem aint gon get shit. My wodie, my round, my vick, Kick our do' together. We pull out bread, and score together. Go to tha head to blow together. Unclick it, aint no level my patna, my friend. If yo high dont kick in, I'll give u my last shot of gin. Look [Chorus x2] And When I clip ya, U aint gotta pay me shit. One of our dogs go sour, U holler, "We can take the click." Thug Love made us thick, Thats why we role solo. From Letras Mania