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Correct T.H.O.T Lyrics
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Oh yeah I have to say it, please pardon my language Excuse my french or whatever these fuckers now be saying Almost famous noticed by ratchetness with a bit of sense Cause they be speaking my language, girl you know what it is Now can I live it up, shots until she gives it up Say her man been fucking up and right now she don't give a fuck Loving my style, on the first date she don't give it up Couple of hours, back seat, about to give it up Now can I beat it up, video tape media Put that shit on worldstar and label that shit B-B-beat it up Now that's impressive girl keep dropping that ass The way you engineered, I had to throw a drop in the track Damn, cause you ain't sweating it, a player's favorite coach Calling plays like a boss, famous for the pick and roll for show Cause you be doing, you be doing the most But catching feelings, catching feelings, you'll be catching me ghost You ain't nothing but a thot bitch You ain't nothing but a thot (You ain't nothing but a thot) You a motherfucking thot bitch You a motherfucking thot (You a motherfucking thot) You ain't nothing but a thot bitch You ain't nothing but a thot (You ain't nothing but a thot) You a motherfucking thot bitch You a motherfucking thot (You a motherfucking thot) Aww man, I think I'm up to something You see that hoe over there, yeah that bitch be fronting Always up to something scheming niggas and shit Cellphone ain't even on but taking selfies and shit Miss Independent do your thing, cause I ain't knocking your shit You swearing all up and down, you woke up like this Oh yeah you’re flawless I get it, you’re very known in your city And run your mouth by the minute and for the vine you done did it But damn, that's crazy girl, make that ass twerk Make that ass twerk Bounce it up and down and show a nigga that you got it girl Damn you got it girl That's thorough for certainly, ain't nothing like Sara Lee Have it your way, bitch this ain't Burger King Moment of clarity, some you niggas be thots Now you're all up in your feelings, just what I thought You ain't nothing but a thot bitch You ain't nothing but a thot (You ain't nothing but a thot) You a motherfucking thot bitch You a motherfucking thot (You a motherfucking thot) You ain't nothing but a thot bitch You ain't nothing but a thot (You ain't nothing but a thot) You a motherfucking thot bitch You a motherfucking thot (You a motherfucking thot) Girl, you’re a thot tamale I’m sweating, thot tamale I’m sweating Never met you but I don’t respect you, because you keep bopping all in my section Seen them bottles coming and those sparkle sparking, now you’re making you way to the light show You’re the type to get in a wreck and start giving neck before calling Geico I’m psycho, crazy but never been crazy enough to go wife hoes I ride fours and when I be swanging and banging it start raining white hoes, and I like those But let’s get it clear, cause I don’t like speaking in typo You chief hoe stop fucking and sucking these niggas just cause they got nice clothes Got Gucci this and Gucci that, and you know that the belt match the Gucci hat And if your girl a thot, bet your girl a bop, and start fucking and throwing that coochie back I treat the beat like it’s a test car, crash the track like a dummy in it And girl you’re a thot if you walk around with a loui bag with no money in it You ain't nothing but a thot bitch You ain't nothing but a thot (You ain't nothing but a thot) You a motherfucking thot bitch You a motherfucking thot (You a motherfucking thot) You ain't nothing but a thot bitch You ain't nothing but a thot (You ain't nothing but a thot) You a motherfucking thot bitch You a motherfucking thot (You a motherfucking thot)
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