| You chillin' with a tilley, feelin' better
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| Come up in my city we can see who really spillin'
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| See who really got it, I’m livin' quite different
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| Cause ain’t nobody chillin' till I’m getting fifty million
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| Grew up with some chimps, grew up with gorillas
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| Blew up in this music she couldn’t tell the difference
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| Oops I might get her, oops I might get her
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| Oops some molly on her, somebody tell her she trippin'
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| Oops I might get her, oops I might get her
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| So tell if she celibate, why am I buying her dinner?
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| Bitch you playing bad, hit the ass with the «thought it»
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| Fakin' with the bag and you mans nigga, thought it
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| Nigga, shit, really? |
| You ain’t bought it? |
| Nigga, thought it
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| I see how I call it then record it nigga, nigga, thought it
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| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
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| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
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| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
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| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
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| Woah, I know you see it
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| Throw it, throw it, throw it Ohh, ohh
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| I know you see it
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| Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it
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| You know you see it
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| Throw it, throw it, throw it Ohh, ohh
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| I know you see it
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| Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it
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| Clearly I’m a genius, well let her bother me then
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| Sold more arenas than Balenciaga this season
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| It’s not a problem either, got all the Riccardo Tisci
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| It’s not a problem either, Gallardo got all the feature
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| Vroom on a nigga, skrt on them hoes
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| Got a lot of fools, I ain’t worried ‘bout them, no
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| Every blue moon plus that double Lamb blue
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| Coming out the booth still smelling like boof, true
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| And everything cool, Instagram bitches always shy and playing cute
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| You know what hoes be like? |
| The hoes be like
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| I’m like: «Hoe, shut up. |
| You like the hoes we like»
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| Fake bag, fake shoes when you bought it
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| Faking like they bad but I’m saying «you a thottie»
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| And everything rented, she ain’t bought it, nigga, thought it
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| I see it how I call it, then record it, then you got it, thought it
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| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
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| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
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| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
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| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
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| Woah, I know you see it
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| Throw it, throw it, throw it, ohh, ohh
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| I know you see it
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| Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it
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| You know you see it
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| Throw it, throw it, throw it, ohh, ohh
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| I know you see it
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| Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it
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| Pull up, bet you thought I wouldn’t
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| Twenty bottles, bet you thought I wouldn’t
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| Took your bitch, bet you thought I wouldn’t
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| Woah, I know you see it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thought It , by - Wale. Song from the album Summer on Sunset, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп