Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thoed Ass , by - Machine Gun Kelly. Song from the album Fuck It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.08.2017
Record label: Velocity
Song language: English
Thoed Ass |
| Yeah, bitch |
| I’ma thoed ass, blowed ass, dick in the throat ass |
| Wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled ass |
| Rich muhfucka, wit no class |
| Bitch I’m from the land, you don’t wanna go there |
| Bitch you talkin grams, I be smokin' O’s, yeah |
| Hotbox whip, I don’t need the Ozium |
| I ain’t hiding my shit, I’m a fuckin grown man |
| If the cops come, then oh well, uh huh |
| I’m still smoking my Blu Cantrell |
| Yeah, I might fuck around and blow a zip |
| Have both my lungs like oh shit |
| I’ma show them how a Cleveland muhfucka do |
| Bitch, went straight to the league from the public school |
| Shit, ya’ll know it’s no struggle, no progress |
| Hmmm, so I told the bitch work, go topless |
| Church, I’m a muhfuckin asshole |
| Tattooed to the sandals, fuck a bitch while I stand though |
| Burn a little wax, no candle |
| I’m buying Cubans by the pack, no Castro |
| They know I never try to hide like Camo |
| We in the mothafuckin field like Rambo |
| And you know I will steal a rich boy Lambo |
| And drive that mothafucka straight to a bando |
| 24/7 get work, I grew up around them Hot Boyz, Lil Turk |
| Ay, I’m 25 gotta get turnt, I’m a young rockstar like Lil' Kurt |
| Ay, 20 after 4 get burnt, everyday’s Friday, no Big Worm |
| 30 more days till the first and the hood gets paid, you better learn, bitch |
| I been around like a merry-go |
| I swear a year ago, I told myself to piss on every hater like a urinal |
| I ain’t tryna hear no, not gon fear no |
| We ain’t really have to tell cause niggas still tellin on |
| Name ring ring like a telephone, DUB-O! |
| I don’t know ya, EST, I’m a soldier |
| All we do is smoke doja, still make ‘em say uhhh |
| Master my P’s so cut the head off a cobra |
| I’m in tip-top shape, yup |
| If I want it, I could get ya taste girl |
| Play the cut, how the cut should be played yup |
| Everything about me going way up |
| I sit back and watch you talk a lot while you talk a lot |
| Got to keep it pimpin, so I take the pimpin back to the parking lot |
| I’m a G wit it, OD wit it, nigga if we talkin money then you know we get it |
| Your face lookin hella mad, yeah you hella mad doing hella bad, I’m seeing that |
| And me, I’m eating hella crabs, yeah hella crabs, getting hella fat, |
| by the pocket yeah |
| Bitch don’t get it twisted, I been poppin on the low |
| I’m underground wit it, nigga you ain’t got a clue |
| I been had the Juice like Q on the roof |
| And you can dig up Bishop if you ever want the truth |
| Young nigga got |
| Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass |
| Blowed ass, dick in the throat ass |
| Wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled ass |
| Rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka |
| I am from the land till I D-I-E |
| If you getting right you need a Hum-vee |
| And a big bag of that OG |
| Price so low you would swear I wit the police |
| If she come wit me, she ain’t comin back |
| Tell her put it on my lap, clap it like a jumping jack |
| Run up on me if you want I’ll tell you to, I’ll run it back |
| I wonder can he handle that, naw he can’t handle that |
| I got 10 freaky bitches tryna lick a nigga nuts |
| 100 crooked cops tryna get a nigga luck |
| God bless the track niggas |
| I can see the future and it come wit hella racks wit it |
| Like I’m up at Saks wit it |
| Young Kyrie with the shot |
| Young Don Juan, what you thought? |
| Take her up top, then I let her drop |
| I’ma B-A Double L until they put me in a box, Ball |