Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thoed Ass, artist - Machine Gun Kelly. Album song Fuck It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |