Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thoro Hall, artist - Chuck StrangersDate of issue: 15.03.2018
Song language: English
Thoro Hall |
| Know it sounds like loser shit, but all the deep talk, niggas is used to it |
| I’ve been in Los Angeles paying off the damages |
| 300 dollars say you ain’t live yet |
| Plus I’m taking side bets 'cause the Uber driver ain’t arrived yet |
| Watch me take it back to Prospect |
| Chiefing by the lake house for though super fresh |
| Skinny niggas vexed and my box logo is a Double X |
| I am the wagon that carries the band |
| Threw my last three thou' with a name of Sandra Bland |
| On my project cover I’m staring like Sandra Bland |
| Got my MP & my blunt in my hand |
| Just tune in to the temple that God gave me, the god lately |
| Been goin' hard baby grinding but it’s all gravey |
| Just trying to chop the vinyl to a Mercedes |
| And two ladies, one from Puerto Rico one from Haiti |
| Both fine, both dimes, need Knight time |
| It’s Sunshine |
| (Scratches) |
| All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene |
| Pro Era represent, we staying fly |
| All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene |
| Pro Era represent, we staying fly |
| All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene |
| Pro Era represent, we staying fly |
| It’s Kirk |
| I’m so down to Earth I feel like I’m in grave danger |
| These boys in the Bush don’t wanna see the mad ranger |
| In Europe starting a new chapter just hit the pager |
| Parkside boy on camera with the nice taper |
| I’ll make you sick dressed up in this fly shit |
| Five thousand for the fit like Gump Forrest go dumb with it |
| Leave 'em at odds I’m dumb wicked in Barneys I’m cotton picking |
| In the field how I make my dirty denim |
| Jedi mind with the force in him |
| I feel the breeze when I soar, hawk vision |
| I see the hate from a mile away |
| Mad you ain’t make the cut quick asking for the fade |
| QP wake-and-bakes put me in the stone age |
| Stop hating, get money for a change |
| And I ain’t talking minimum wage |
| It’s way more to game to stay paid |
| In fact I learned to be the jack-of-all-trades |
| Uh, and shouts to my nigga Jay |
| From my Parkside niggas 'round the way |
| Nothing left to say |
| (Scratches) |
| All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene |
| Pro Era represent, we staying fly |
| All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene |
| Pro Era represent, we staying fly |
| All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene |
| Pro Era represent, we staying fly |
| And my crib was the trap house |
| Niggas ain’t sell drugs, but niggas had drugs out |
| Wasn’t no hits taken, but definitely gave hits out |
| Countless bitches got fucked right up on that blue couch |
| Whole crew rock Bape, pull up to the shit tipped |
| We all look kinda suave, cold inland on some chill shit |
| Looking at my phone curving bitches that you chill with |
| Went to Cal’s party just to see what the deal is |
| Shit was wild like some niggas but that’s too Brooklyn |
| You gon' go over head, but all my niggas gonna feel what I said |
| A fake nigga only seeing his death, a thousand times |
| I felt the climate drop mine |
| I got this beat off shit |
| Give a fuck if you caught shit 'cause the beat too brolic |
| She perked up and seen me come like a comet |
| Swear I shoved it in her mouth and almost made the bitch vomit |
| Word to me, I’m wild like Dean Street in '93 |
| I smoked away my home training |
| And now I’m in the future just memory laning |
| (Scratches) |
| All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene |
| Pro Era represent, we staying fly |
| All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene |
| Pro Era represent, we staying fly |
| All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene |
| Pro Era represent, we staying fly |