Shawty thick (old TB)

Shawty thick
Let me hit
Shawty thick
Let me hit
Sipping liquor
Imma hit her
On my dick
Imma hit her

Shawty thick
Let me hit
On my dick
Hitting licks yeah
With the shits
You get hit
Keep a stick
Shawty thick

Run it up run it up run it up
Im in the trap doing double Dutch
She kinda tasting like butterscotch
She said i got so much flavor

Man i got so much haters
I gotta say some prayers
I know these niggas be plotting
I know these niggas be rotting

All my niggas fucking dying
R.I.P Pretty Boi Nabbi
An i might catch a body
If a fuck nigga try me

Fuck is you saying smoking till im Chinese
Keep a weapon right beside me
Choppa turn a nigga tiny
Choppa turn him 2 a midget
She just spin it like a figit
You know im countin the digits
All of my niggas gon get it
All of my niggas are winning
You niggas be sinning
You niggas finna switch up
So u know i aint pick up
I just refilling my cup

Took the paper route
Don't got time to waste
Blast em in the face
Then we duck a case
Hold up
Took the paper route
Stash it in the safe
Cop the fucking wraith
Shoot em in the face nigga

Shawty thick
Let me hit
Shawty thick
Let me hit
Sipping liquor
Imma hit her
On my dick
Imma hit her

Shawty thick
Let me hit
On my dick
Hitting licks yeah
With the shits
You get hit
Keep a stick
Shawty thick



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Writer(s): Taylor Barnes
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