lirik lagu thrilla thor - tell my mama
[intro: thrilla thor]
buy it, split it, dump it out
fill it, l!ck it, light it up
kush got me f-cking light headed
so i p-ss the dutch.x2
[verse 1: thrilla thor]
party hard i’m hardly stressing
molly mal stays on the deck
nice guys’ll finish last
that extra sh-t is all depressing
young and wreck-less all kinds of special
i must confess i was on a pill for breakfast
plus your b-tch and her friend what’s left to say?
i’m doing what the f-ck i want
if its a problem we’ll kick em out
they want the sounds of the ripper b-tch
what makes you i’ma kiss ya mouth
but get me high i won’t deny ya
satisfy ya over night
cuz first your fine you’re f-cked you’re fired
call it a h-ll of a life
but if the brain is right
you get to meet the team
great future society
she can’t resist the famous types
i’ma play it like mr clean
in a crispy tee with a dixi cup
of course it’s white
fill it up with lean young n-ggas k!lling trees
i’m out of my mind i’ve wasted some time
some time in this life i’ve taken some lives
freedom of speech, they made it my right
you made it your own to go tell on n-ggas
i’ve taken your girl and made her my wife
her p-ssy wack we broke up tonight
you wanted my style, go have it n-gga
still never get that formula right
[hook: thrilla thor]
i used to tell to my mama
i want it bad
she said the sh-t was done cooking i want the cash
(cash n-gga)
and i ain’t waiting no more
cuz i’ve been waiting too long
top of my lungs i tell mama i want it bad x2
[verse 2: thrilla thor]
i hear them saying f-ck me?
what’ll happen when i f-ck em back?
yous a lame a use a flame
resorting to this music thing
b-tch i’m sipping on this white
i smoke i’m high as about six kites
i’m like a god with 12 disciples
every thing i see just trife
i don’t like y’all my styles better
write y’all n-ggas like naw never
i live life i play hard
with a chance you couldn’t save yours
ima take tours. ima take yours
ima do more than settle scores!
camel -ss n-ggas don’t hear sh-t
come with ears like acorns
my precious army gon clap yours
gorillas guard me from back and forth
front to back i’m cracker jacking
hoes come around what’s crack a lacking
young feen, tek da sneak
had no choice but to let thrilla bless a beat
ill be d-mn these pigs try to catch me
the middle of traffic a’int going back
naw i came out and i stayed in action
i remain a star you just play patrick
bow down till the ground breaks
my play grounds my d-mn state
snap back with my shades on
i lean hard i’m in my zone
i party hard. retro.cloud 9 i’m seeing ghost!
[hook]
i used to tell to my mama
i want it bad
she said the sh-t was done cooking i want the cash
(cash n-gga)
and i ain’t waiting no more
cuz i’ve been waiting too long
top of my lungs i tell mama i want it bad x2
[verse: 3 thrilla]
i come in peace he leaves deceitful
if you could please the beast
you could see the sequel
if its a piece of meat
then i release the heat
lay away the beef please bring receipts
only way to treat cha like a pizza pizza
ill slice that -ss, not the type to cheat cha
before i light match get the priest to meet cha
houdinis b-tch ill tek da sneak ya
laying back smoking dro
chilly chill call the pros
1-800- that’s a skeet
i’m take a shot proly break a beat
have it take a leak you gotta take peak
don’t wanna miss this sh-t i’m beaming up
i’m draped up sp-cing face it brah
that’s me sleeping up in ya babies b-tt
i don’t blame you n-ggas
don’t know what it’s like to live this live
ima hit this twice, you stay with spice
she plays with the pipe
and what i look like sipping naked sprite
i’m chilling with a b-tch with sk!lls with her mouth
get your eagle on and birds fly south
put the pole to the hole
i’m cold with words
ask the last b-tch that ever sold me her soul
absurd as a crook but as clean as a virgin
got a bimbo showing out like a circus
she don’t get sh-t till she shows me it’s perfect
my enemies b-tch let’s just say that it was worth it
innocent k!ller at the crib with a mac 10
on ya mattress. with a magnum
asking
“how much wood could your girlfriend f-ck
when the b-tch comes in my hood? i’m taxxin.”
-sses all around the block with this
all i know is i go mach 6
i’m a pro with a flow and i promise b-tch
halking up a luggie to put a proper spit
we golden 2 that’s property
these snitch n-ggas still tryna stop a g
all i needs three blunts and some coffee beans
grind up feed it all to ya highness b-tch..
[hook]
i used to tell to my mama
i want it bad
she said the sh-t was done cooking i want the cash
(cash n-gga)
and i ain’t waiting no more
cuz i’ve been waiting too long
top of my lungs i tell mama i want it bad x2
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