Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quick Thought, artist - cupcakKe. Album song Queen Elizabitch, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.03.2017
Record label: cupcakKe
Song language: English
Quick Thought |
| I feel like getting ignant ' |
| Why I say ignant'? |
| Ignant' |
| Ignorant, ignat' |
| Ignorant, ignat' |
| Ignorant, ignat, ignorant |
| Whatever the fuck do you call it |
| Whatever the fuck do you call it |
| Ay, lemme stop playing… |
| Cash or credit I take both |
| I get dirty money might need soap |
| Summertime still a cold world so I walk around in a peacoat |
| Don’t interfere with my gangsta |
| Saw mo' money than a banker |
| Ain’t no therapy for my anger |
| Cause I’ll put the therapist in danger |
| Original bitch, who dont take no one shit |
| If them niggas start buggin' I raid they shit |
| In other words I spray they shit, whip a bitch ass I Nae Nae shit |
| I catch a confession I am the connection |
| I’m bodying niggas just out of perfection |
| Witness protection should be his direction |
| Known to cut up like a fucking C-Section |
| (Ouu)Quick thought, (Ouu)quick thought |
| I should take a nigga chips then dip off |
| Matter fact take a nigga chips with a dip sauce |
| If a nigga talk take his lip off, shine on hoes like lip gloss |
| Trigger happy when I let the clip off |
| R.I.P that nigga like a rip off |
| Fuck back and forth like a swing, cause I don’t talk I just swing |
| Bars doper than Charlie Sheen, couple shots you gone lean |
| Not talking liquor slowmo I’m gone snap like a fucking photo |
| Rich neighbors gone call the popo, like «Oh my God, oh no!» |
| That’s what happen when you fuck with a goon |
| The Draco go loony more than Looney Toons |
| Up in the sky all you see is balloons |
| 12 more opps we can link up at noon |
| Drawing on yall but not into graffitti |
| Never argue with someone who beneath me |
| You got Yeezys but them bitches look sleepy |
| Tired ass fuck from you wearing them weekly |
| Dirty little broad in a dirty bra, bet a mill that you not going far |
| But to the car for a cigarette, glove department might live a rat |
| Hoes breath stank need they liver check |
| Gotta watch hoes I need a sitter check |
| Why worry now when I been a threat? |
| Since a shorty getting drunk off Similac |
| Ruger Ruger Ruger riding with me in a Uber |
| If I smell something fishy on the opps |
| I’m a take they bread and make tuna |
| I shoot like a trained shooter strip a nigga naked like Hooters |
| Rug covered up in blood leaking thru the floor let me call Luna |
| I’m a handful so use both hands |
| These two hands will kill both mans |
| Fuck a yes man need a no man |
| I open more doors than a door man for these rappers, actors |
| These are real factors still haven’t met no competition |
| Cause none of yall hoes matter |
| That makeup do not match yo skin tone |
| I’m wondering what the fuck went wrong |
| That Yaki is older than flip phones |
| Don’t take it out now it shoulda been gone |
| Work all day fuck a shift, traffic all day like Lyft |
| Call me Emily Elizabeth I got a chopper bigger than Cliff |
| Walk in the park, this shit a walk in the park |
| Bitch you not hard, probably run from the sound of a fart |
| Walk in the park, this shit a walk in the park |
| Bitch you not hard, probably run from the sound of a fart |
| Bitch ass |