Thug Company Lyrics

57th Street Rogue Dog Villians Lyrics



Money money, and only thugs in my company
Money money, and only thugs in my company
Money money, rogue dog n***as, they tough as Rugby
Money money, rogue dog n***as, they tough as rugby


I'm finish insinuating windows
You n***as in mode, but I'm gonna end it though
I'm making a mental memmo to go and do the demo
I move in impulse, hit him with 10 or more
Police know the MO, hit them so close I blow smoke
through your clothes, even the pope gonna know
I'm a pro gunner I roll
C*cked the 4 low, now who you know with one of those?
Not the son of Jeronamo, one of the most
I run up on you
What? Let that Lama go
I'm a beast, enomies hear me
n***a 50 feat to his knees
What you wanna do with me?
Make a move and lose your feet
truancies
I move and groove and crues the streets
Why you wonder who is he?
Hard times young punk come with me


Money money, and only thugs in my company
Money money, and only thugs in my company
Money money, rogue dog n***as, they tough as Rugby
Money money, rogue dog n***as, they tough as rugby


Big Crip, like built like a snub
Still grip with my villain n***a, pa** me the bud
Getting money with them n***as, drops and kits
Rogue dogs in this b*t*h, so you n***as can split
Nothing but thugs in my presents, drug dealers and fellins
Got the fuz out the gate, tryna stop what I'm sellin
Drop the buz in the now I'm mobbin and
Through the mud on a mission, put the muzz to your mellon
For the money money, glove getting hella muddy
I'm from the clique that'll dump a clip in your tummy
On standbye, my plan
Cause this is Killa City, cutthroat gorilla ties
Them n***as trippin, better tell them we them guys
We come through dumpin everybody dies
dip my palms in this dirty game
Hard times and court papers, you know the nname


Money money, and only thugs in my company
Money money, and only thugs in my company
Money money, rogue dog n***as, they tough as Rugby
Money money, rogue dog n***as, they tough as rugby

Let's get it, midwest with it, check split it
The best clique when Tech spit it
Back on the track with my villains, so what's with it?
Punk, Techa N9na and the RDV's is back off in your trunk
This is the new world hustle, it's time to tussle
With muscle, bout to bubble
With a couple in a duffle
Beware of the Kansas City shuffle bust knuckle
this potato should be enough for the
No lames, we get mo change, we came for no games
Whole thangs put that strane on your brain
Cocaine take out your range
Propain in your domain, tear your frame
T-Will, Bakarii, N9na, we scorch fakers
Ophiliated for fighting for food, we scortch takers
Of course haters come forth, never let remorse break us
Hard times and court papers, we torch makers


Money money, and only thugs in my company
Money money, and only thugs in my company
Money money, rogue dog n***as, they tough as Rugby
Money money, rogue dog n***as, they tough as rugby


For all you fake phoneys, for fame
F**k it, you better forfit flames
It's the rough, roaguesh, resiliant, relentlous
Ruggid reputation resent this
Don't disrespect it, or deal with a demonstration
It's death before dishonor, delivering devestation
visionaries vocabularies
Villain in my vaines, vilant
The rest of the rogue reppin the block
I'm the rawest when I rip it, and I'm ready to rock
Diggy down for my digets, and don't forget the denaros
Defenetly down and dirty
With verses, they vairifyed
Voices
and the verdict is in
T-Will is a rogue, and I'm cold on haters
Come from hard times and court papers, but now I'm getting

Money money, and only thugs in my company
Money money, and only thugs in my company
Money money, rogue dog n***as, they tough as Rugby
Money money, rogue dog n***as, they tough as rugby




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