thanksgivin
Okay
Uh-huh
Less get it
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
Da cook up
Look like Thanksgiving
Da flour rolled up
Get fried count chicken
Phenomenal bitch
Greased up
Coconut oil
On ha neck back
Legs thigh ass titties
Da briefcase stuffed up
Skr8 bidness today
I got pull up 2 MoTown wit
New tape
I'm 'bouta boot up
My hometown
Himalous package
Pussy got backspaced
I deleted the mattress
Tight like cuddling
In a cullinin
Shawty gave me cunniling
Couldn't believe it
Lil buss down
Call ha my shuttle queen
Told me she do anything
And I'mma need it
I had a thought
I had a thought
Another light bulb
Da reason it's raw
Is cause I cook it wit my eye closed
Da Louis Vuitton
Be my pajama dey my night clothes
Me n my breddas
We stick to getta like a
Group home
Brand new parellis
I ride around lookin fa new hoes
She told me nail it
Lucky for her I gotta hammer hammer
And when bam her dey sound way out n Alabama
N I'm talented
Okay
Uh-huh
Less get it
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
Da cook up
Look like Thanksgiving
Da flour rolled up
Get fried count chicken
Phenomenal bitch
Greased up
Coconut oil
On ha neck back
Legs thigh ass titties
Now I'm taking over everything like that's my calling
Wake up in pussy like beautiful Sunday mornings (Sunday mornings)
Now we swimming in the money,
like a line of dolphins (line of dolphins)
Prepare for the killing, please line up the coffins
Think we playing motherfucker
Y'all n really think shit funny
Pop you in yo shit brother
Y'all n better make room for the money
Y'all already know when I pull up I'm
coming and I'm shaking the building or something
Y'all n'll pull up and y'all really be faking and fronting
Throw a hood up you ain't from and get ya life taken for nothing
That's something you should've thought about like replacing a button
And coming and pressing all you n in case you was stunting
And shutting up everything because all
my n we loving to fuck up your food
Because my n is greedy and glutton
Skip to my new while I hop diddy bop and
I drop on you n (drop on you n)
Fuck that flow I be shitting while I take it to
the top on these n (to the top on these n)
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah now you all
sound alike little n (alike little n)
But when I do it yes I finesse it a little now I
got it on lock little n (on lock little n)
Bitch I give you new brand shit (new brand shit)
Tell me what the fuck you wan do (what the fuck you wan do)
I love to give you boom bap shit (boom bap shit)
You ain't know we do this too
You better get to fucking with the realest side
You against us if you ain't with us n
I suggest you n better run and hide
Cause nothing else matter till we finish n (finish n)
Okay
Uh-huh
Less get it
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
Da cook up
Look like Thanksgiving
Da flour rolled up
Get fried count chicken
Phenomenal bitch
Greased up
Coconut oil
On ha neck back
Legs thigh ass titties
Uh-huh
Less get it
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
Da cook up
Look like Thanksgiving
Da flour rolled up
Get fried count chicken
Phenomenal bitch
Greased up
Coconut oil
On ha neck back
Legs thigh ass titties
Da briefcase stuffed up
Skr8 bidness today
I got pull up 2 MoTown wit
New tape
I'm 'bouta boot up
My hometown
Himalous package
Pussy got backspaced
I deleted the mattress
Tight like cuddling
In a cullinin
Shawty gave me cunniling
Couldn't believe it
Lil buss down
Call ha my shuttle queen
Told me she do anything
And I'mma need it
I had a thought
I had a thought
Another light bulb
Da reason it's raw
Is cause I cook it wit my eye closed
Da Louis Vuitton
Be my pajama dey my night clothes
Me n my breddas
We stick to getta like a
Group home
Brand new parellis
I ride around lookin fa new hoes
She told me nail it
Lucky for her I gotta hammer hammer
And when bam her dey sound way out n Alabama
N I'm talented
Okay
Uh-huh
Less get it
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
Da cook up
Look like Thanksgiving
Da flour rolled up
Get fried count chicken
Phenomenal bitch
Greased up
Coconut oil
On ha neck back
Legs thigh ass titties
Now I'm taking over everything like that's my calling
Wake up in pussy like beautiful Sunday mornings (Sunday mornings)
Now we swimming in the money,
like a line of dolphins (line of dolphins)
Prepare for the killing, please line up the coffins
Think we playing motherfucker
Y'all n really think shit funny
Pop you in yo shit brother
Y'all n better make room for the money
Y'all already know when I pull up I'm
coming and I'm shaking the building or something
Y'all n'll pull up and y'all really be faking and fronting
Throw a hood up you ain't from and get ya life taken for nothing
That's something you should've thought about like replacing a button
And coming and pressing all you n in case you was stunting
And shutting up everything because all
my n we loving to fuck up your food
Because my n is greedy and glutton
Skip to my new while I hop diddy bop and
I drop on you n (drop on you n)
Fuck that flow I be shitting while I take it to
the top on these n (to the top on these n)
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah now you all
sound alike little n (alike little n)
But when I do it yes I finesse it a little now I
got it on lock little n (on lock little n)
Bitch I give you new brand shit (new brand shit)
Tell me what the fuck you wan do (what the fuck you wan do)
I love to give you boom bap shit (boom bap shit)
You ain't know we do this too
You better get to fucking with the realest side
You against us if you ain't with us n
I suggest you n better run and hide
Cause nothing else matter till we finish n (finish n)
Okay
Uh-huh
Less get it
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk
Take off ha feelins
Da cook up
Look like Thanksgiving
Da flour rolled up
Get fried count chicken
Phenomenal bitch
Greased up
Coconut oil
On ha neck back
Legs thigh ass titties
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Christopher Smith, Michael Neil
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