Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thought It, artist - Wale. Album song Summer on Sunset, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MMG
Song language: English
Thought It |
| You chillin' with a tilley, feelin' better |
| Come up in my city we can see who really spillin' |
| See who really got it, I’m livin' quite different |
| Cause ain’t nobody chillin' till I’m getting fifty million |
| Grew up with some chimps, grew up with gorillas |
| Blew up in this music she couldn’t tell the difference |
| Oops I might get her, oops I might get her |
| Oops some molly on her, somebody tell her she trippin' |
| Oops I might get her, oops I might get her |
| So tell if she celibate, why am I buying her dinner? |
| Bitch you playing bad, hit the ass with the «thought it» |
| Fakin' with the bag and you mans nigga, thought it |
| Nigga, shit, really? |
| You ain’t bought it? |
| Nigga, thought it |
| I see how I call it then record it nigga, nigga, thought it |
| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you) |
| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you) |
| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you) |
| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you) |
| Woah, I know you see it |
| Throw it, throw it, throw it Ohh, ohh |
| I know you see it |
| Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it |
| You know you see it |
| Throw it, throw it, throw it Ohh, ohh |
| I know you see it |
| Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it |
| Clearly I’m a genius, well let her bother me then |
| Sold more arenas than Balenciaga this season |
| It’s not a problem either, got all the Riccardo Tisci |
| It’s not a problem either, Gallardo got all the feature |
| Vroom on a nigga, skrt on them hoes |
| Got a lot of fools, I ain’t worried ‘bout them, no |
| Every blue moon plus that double Lamb blue |
| Coming out the booth still smelling like boof, true |
| And everything cool, Instagram bitches always shy and playing cute |
| You know what hoes be like? |
| The hoes be like |
| I’m like: «Hoe, shut up. |
| You like the hoes we like» |
| Fake bag, fake shoes when you bought it |
| Faking like they bad but I’m saying «you a thottie» |
| And everything rented, she ain’t bought it, nigga, thought it |
| I see it how I call it, then record it, then you got it, thought it |
| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you) |
| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you) |
| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you) |
| We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you) |
| Woah, I know you see it |
| Throw it, throw it, throw it, ohh, ohh |
| I know you see it |
| Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it |
| You know you see it |
| Throw it, throw it, throw it, ohh, ohh |
| I know you see it |
| Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it |
| Pull up, bet you thought I wouldn’t |
| Twenty bottles, bet you thought I wouldn’t |
| Took your bitch, bet you thought I wouldn’t |
| Woah, I know you see it |