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lirik lagu thick hoes – ydk jay

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yeah b*tch, yeah b*tch yeah
yeah b*tch, yeah b*tch yeah
yeah b*tch, yeah b*tch yeah
yeah b*tch, yeah b*tch
yeah b*tch, yeah b*tch yeah
yeah b*tch, yeah b*tch yeah
yeah b*tch, yeah b*tch yeah

i need a bad thick b*tch i ain’t tryna f*ck unless the b*tch, i just walk in the spot and seen the hoe movin’ d*mn the b*tch got class. she just want a real n*gga with some money she gone make it clap for the cash, i just cut the hoe off i ain’t really trippin’ bout a b*tch i already had
nah this sh*t no cap she callin’ my phone beggin’ for the d*ck on a monday, this b*tch need jesus, f*ck on the b*tch and knock her ass to church on a sunday, ain’t no playin’ both sides so you better choose cause this sh*t can only go one way, b*tch i’m tryna chill i ain’t tryna talk i cut the hoe off she was two face
my diamonds they hit in dark when i walk b*tch i’m shining bright like a disco, if i wanna get high i’ma roll me a wood b*tch i can f*ck with the dispo. this lil b*tch classy and nasty but she f*ckin’ a street n*gga, tell that f*ck n*gga i don’t want the hoe i kick her out and let the streets hit her
h*ll nah i ain’t i paying for the p*ssy if i want her i f*ck her for free, she ain’t give you no p*ssy? i wonder why, probably cause she gave it to me
i might fly out to cali b*tch i’m gettin’ high today, high as the f*ck i might fly away, think i’m finna have a heart attack b*tch i seen that sh*t from a mile away (god d*mn)

d*mn she nasty, make that b*tch give me top without asking she tryna f*ck b*tch we make it happen she throw that ass in my lap i’ma slap it. (ok lets go)
d*mn she nasty, i’m tellin’ the b*tch i ain’t askin’ i might hit me a l!ck and then empty the clip got my gun in the park i’m jurassic

that b*tch givin’ good head (lets go) i call that lil b*tch a head doctor yeah fasho, i’m tryna run up this check by tomorrow i need me a hundred bands for the show. i f*ck her so good made her tap out beat it again then i’m blowin’ her back out, i kick her out then i’m back on the road on the way to the tre tryna see what they hype bout
nah i ain’t tryna conversate if we ain’t talkin’ bout a f*ckin’ bag, this b*tch really think cause i f*cked i’ma take her out and blow a f*ckin’ bag (she goin’ out sad) my lil brother he was the grind and my big brother steady doing time, i’m steady thinkin’ the world is mine but (yeah yeah i ain’t worried bout that fake ass sh*t). she wanna f*ck cause she see i’m a artist she wanna f*ck cause see i’m shooter, steppin’ on sh*t all my n*ggas some soldiers play with the mob we’ll do ya, lil b*tch i’m n o r f s i d e n*gga, next n*gga move wrong on my block he must wanna d i e n*gga (b*tch lets go)

d*mn she nasty, make that b*tch give me top without asking she tryna f*ck b*tch we make it happen she throw that ass in my lap i’ma slap it. (ok lets go)
d*mn she nasty, i’m tellin’ the b*tch i ain’t askin’ i might hit me a l!ck and then empty the clip got my gun in the park i’m jurassic

d*mn she nasty, make that b*tch give me top without asking she tryna f*ck b*tch we make it happen she throw that ass in my lap i’ma slap it. (ok lets go)
d*mn she nasty, i’m tellin’ the b*tch i ain’t askin’ i might hit me a l!ck and then empty the clip got my gun in the park i’m jurassic

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