Top Songs By Thiigo
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcos Brea
Songwriter
Lyrics
It's Thiigo you already know
I feel like I'm going crazy spitting off the dome
Got you're shorty giving me top we all alone
She gon see you calling and she turning off her phone
You gon see me chilling I'm just rolling up a cone
Got the forty on my lap just to let it show
I'm not only making music I'm making that doe
Doing three shows I feel like I'm on a roll
I don't think nobody got that hold up run it back
Doing three shows I feel like I'm on a roll
Me and BBS yeah you know we coming next
Got the green light yeah you know it's on go
Getting all these bands all this money can't fold
Try to put it in the bank I got too much to hold
I got a lot of shooters yeah all my niggas bold
Bouta switch it up yeah you see I'm getting older on me
Riding in a rover
And I'm giving the cold shoulder
And you know I'm never sober
I got all these people tryna get over on me
Riding in a rover
And I'm the cold shoulder
And you know I'm never sober
I got all these people tryna get over on me
Let's go on me
Thiigo let's go on me
I'm an act to follow
The best that Yonkers has yet to borrow
Sippin' henny big brother tryna get me on reposado
I've been drinking dirty I'm thirsty bro I can die tomorrow
I'm in the clouds I be smoking Cali in Colorado
I never met him but swear I love him man R.I.P Gustavo
Took care of my brother but now I got him it's not a problem
I love you Thiigo and on my sequel I love ya momma
Take care of my people until I meet her I'm off the drama
That love be lethal, retent my semen, collecting commas
I fuck with Jada I'll knock Al-Qaeda like R.I.P Osama
She from Wakanda the way she lookin god bless her mama
Loving you came with a feeling baby now I really want it
Broken promises yeah we could've broke a lot of homes
Had to charge it to the game so we can charge it at the door
Dropped outta college, I was focused on the doe
Then I fucked it up cause I ain't have a single thing to show
Did a lot of stupid shit hope daddy never knows
And my lowest point back when I was making on a roll
Daddy never raised no dummy I was honor roll
Yeah we took a bag and then we flipped it back a hundred fold
Went from six hundred to 6 figures in 6 months
Ain't no devil shit I'm devilish with a sick bunch
I smoke heavy tree rely heavily on a big hunch that we finna make it this shit amazing we ain't done
Could be a bad dude
Be giving your momma bad news
Yeah I need a little dark thing couple tattoos
Big dude, a lot to love baby can you handle
Writer(s): Marcos Brea
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