Lyrics Thug Thizzle - Haiti Babii

Thug Thizzle

Quit flexin' all that money, that’s that five inch a lay
Countin' all that tax money, makin' minimum wage
Your dad think he sick, I tell him take a look at this
I got thirty in this bitch, I let thirty out this rip
Tell all your friends, let’s make amends, let’s get closer
Black new color color Benz, it look toasted
Sittin' on thirties, hittin' forty, bitch, I’m coastin' (Skrrt)
Sittin' on thirties, hittin' forty, bitch, I’m rollin'
Forty on the dash, I stay prayin' for these suckers
I never been a fuck nigga, that’s why I ain’t fuck with you
What, nigga?
I’ll knuckle up and do my thug thizzle
(What, nigga? I’ll knuckle up and do my thug thizzle)
Round of applause, I just met a broad, she’s a pilot
Don’t tell me that you love me if you don’t really love me
Baby, I notice that’s the way you feel
When you wanna talk to me, speak proper
Know I’m not your man, but I can be your partner
You dishonest, you disloyal
Tell me why would I fuck with you?
If I know I fuck with you, I’m stuck with you
And I can’t wait to see you
And I, I, and I
It’s the truth, wouldn’t wanna lie to you
You ain’t the one for me
I ain’t the one for you
Say all you gotta do, baby
You don’t need no crew, baby
We can have a few, baby
Slide-'lide-'lide-'lide-'lide
She don’t wanna fuck with you, pickle dick, you the middleman
She just caught me walkin', flick my wrist, I think I caught her eye
(Like that)