Thug Thizzle
Ehh
We flexing all that money
That's that fine chalet
Counting all that tax money
Making minimum wage
Your dad thinks his sick I tell him take a look at this
I got 30 in this bitch
I'll let 30 out this rip
I like my friends
Let's make amends let's get closer
Black new colour coloured beans
They look toasty
Sitting on 30s hitting 40 bitch I'm costy
(Sitting on 30s hitting 40 bitch I'm bawling)
Bawl on the dash
I stay praying for these suckers
I've never been a fuck nigga
That's why I ain't fuck with you
But nigga
I'll knuckle up and do my dark dues
(I'll knuckle up and do my dark dues)
Round of applause
I just met a broad (?)
Don't tell me that you love me if you don't really love me baby
I noticed that's the way you feel
When you wanna talk to me (?) popping
Know I'm not your man but I can be your partner
You dishonest, you disloyal
Tell me why I fuck with you
If I know I fuck with you I'm stuck with you
And I can't wait to see you
And I, woah and I
It's the truth, what I wanna lie to you?
Ain't the one for me
Ain't the one for you
Say all you gotta do baby
You ain't got no crew baby
We can have a few babies
Sla-la-la-la-la
She don't wanna fuck with you pickle dick you the middle man
She just caught me walking, flicked my wrist, I think I caught her eye
We flexing all that money
That's that fine chalet
Counting all that tax money
Making minimum wage
Your dad thinks his sick I tell him take a look at this
I got 30 in this bitch
I'll let 30 out this rip
I like my friends
Let's make amends let's get closer
Black new colour coloured beans
They look toasty
Sitting on 30s hitting 40 bitch I'm costy
(Sitting on 30s hitting 40 bitch I'm bawling)
Bawl on the dash
I stay praying for these suckers
I've never been a fuck nigga
That's why I ain't fuck with you
But nigga
I'll knuckle up and do my dark dues
(I'll knuckle up and do my dark dues)
Round of applause
I just met a broad (?)
Don't tell me that you love me if you don't really love me baby
I noticed that's the way you feel
When you wanna talk to me (?) popping
Know I'm not your man but I can be your partner
You dishonest, you disloyal
Tell me why I fuck with you
If I know I fuck with you I'm stuck with you
And I can't wait to see you
And I, woah and I
It's the truth, what I wanna lie to you?
Ain't the one for me
Ain't the one for you
Say all you gotta do baby
You ain't got no crew baby
We can have a few babies
Sla-la-la-la-la
She don't wanna fuck with you pickle dick you the middle man
She just caught me walking, flicked my wrist, I think I caught her eye
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Writer(s): Zachary Perry, Amari Proctor
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