Third Thing
Third thing, I need a third thing
But me I need a third thing
Third thing, third thing
Third thing I need a third thing
Third thing burs man, money like Birdman
Her man observe them geeked off the Sherm, fam
I'm wet, I'm wet, I'm fucking soaked
Diesel itch, fucking coke
How am I supposed to float if we own a fucking boat
How I'm not supposed to choke when the dope is fucking dope?
Mix that up, mix that up, mix that down, mix that down
I ain't talking mixin' records, how that sound, how that sound?
I'm a beast like a yak, if I'm sipping on the yak
And I'm bumping the yak, till I think I might yak
Why are you talking to me, what are you doing?
It takes so much to amuse me your views of news is so snoozy
Ain't enough to be boozy, even where bottles is uzzing
I'm choosing views with the pool and
Popping pills till I'm drooling
Now I'm waiting for the man
Now I'm waiting for the man
Got a whole lot more than 26 in my hand
He's never late, nah, he's always early
Go by Jay and act real surly
Fat real burly, girl named Shirley
His girl's hair curly, gonn serve me surely
Sweet taste, that work
Now I'm back in the club watching twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
But me I need a third thing
Third thing, third thing
Third thing I need a third thing
Third thing burs man, money like Birdman
Her man observe them geeked off the Sherm, fam
I'm wet, I'm wet, I'm fucking soaked
Diesel itch, fucking coke
How am I supposed to float if we own a fucking boat
How I'm not supposed to choke when the dope is fucking dope?
Mix that up, mix that up, mix that down, mix that down
I ain't talking mixin' records, how that sound, how that sound?
I'm a beast like a yak, if I'm sipping on the yak
And I'm bumping the yak, till I think I might yak
Why are you talking to me, what are you doing?
It takes so much to amuse me your views of news is so snoozy
Ain't enough to be boozy, even where bottles is uzzing
I'm choosing views with the pool and
Popping pills till I'm drooling
Now I'm waiting for the man
Now I'm waiting for the man
Got a whole lot more than 26 in my hand
He's never late, nah, he's always early
Go by Jay and act real surly
Fat real burly, girl named Shirley
His girl's hair curly, gonn serve me surely
Sweet taste, that work
Now I'm back in the club watching twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Thomas Pentz
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