Thug Misses - 707 Anthem Lyrics

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Thug Miss in the front
P-Coat in the back
Money-L on the beat, my nigga this here shit slap
Throw some stank on it quick, shit funky like tobacco
Spit that hot fire bitch spicy like Tabasco
Betcha last hoe couldn't get dick like me
Betcha ratched ass bitches ain't got shit on me
Best get like me
Ain't let ner shit slide
What set you claim? I'm from the PunchAHoe Tribe
Crips, thugs, Bloods and Piru
All show Thug love - it's just how I do
Ain't no dividing, we decided to link up
Now that we providing, put your glasses and drink up
20's, 50's, 100's on the bottom
Benzes, Bentleys, yeah nigga I got 'em
All cash when I bought 'em, it ain't shit to a boss bitch
Crown up and head high, I was made for this boss shit

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Transplanted from the 415
Landed in the 7's, nigga started doing it live
Vallejo California niggas couldn't deny
All the game that I soaked, yeah the 7's is fire
Burnt up, turnt up, shit is highly flammable
Muthafuckas going savage like some wild animals
Slap truck, bad bitch in the front
Seat of the foreign, and we come complete with the thump
We shooters
But it's real big love in the 7's
Big baller, trend setters, even bigger money fetish
All about the lettuce, the cheese, the bread
Thug a beast and she sitting major
Yeah she all about her paper
We don't never need no favors
Elevate like escalators
Crocodile, alligators, dark side, Darth Vader
Frisco born, Richmond raised, the Bay paved the way
Now Vallejo is the city where I collect my pay
The 7's

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