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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thutty Baby
Thutty Baby
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Anthony Williams
Joseph Anthony Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
astod23
astod23
Producer

Lyrics

I want it straight pitch black in this bitch like Catwoman Fuck it Nigga I feel if I lose this shit today bet I still die real Bald head nigga wit the waves but I'm a die still If I lose this bitch today then its diarrhea Still fuck from time to time like Moriah Mills I don't think ya'll really know what time is Grind for nothing then I wouldn't even must grind still I feel like I feel cuz that's how I feel I feel like fuck ya and that's how I feel I feel like slaves back in the day running in them field nights Bitch we ain't have no cleats still had to see what the field like Bitch we was in the streets wasn't under no street lights With a hoe in the room tricking like she on a street bike This shit here for the O but I'm trapping in my G Nikes Hit ya with that G Lock you don't get no feedback I can't sale no rerock this that double G crack You know you sold me rerock so what you think you need back Just let me know I kill my self before I ever go out like I'm Nino I'll lose myself before I jump in to find Nemo Im trying to find some time with you but I just need mo 3-4 how you cross ya nuts and hoping he blow How you rap that gangsta shit but really cb4 I be with some killers and T T G O We just want the skrilla they got children so we need mo And I feel if I lose this shit today bet I still die real Bald head nigga with the waves but im a dye still If I lose this bitch today then its diarrhea Still fuck from time to time like Moriah Mills I don't think ya'll really what time is Grind for nothing then I wouldn't even must grind still I feel like I feel cuz that's how I feel I feel like fuck ya and that's how I feel I feel like niggas playing rather see me in the can Happy on the inside when a nigga lost them bands Rather see my pockets hurting need to need to send em off to shands Crabs in the pot trying to get out damn I lost the pans Shawty played I was gone fuck with her but she lost her chance Made me feel I lost my mind glad I lost the xan Niggas throwing rocks hiding hands acting like Peter Pan Niggas throwing rocks hiding hands and really be a fan Nigggas do a lot of hoe shit when they feel less than a man Big money on that broke shit probably got less than a band They act like I dont know shit and I don't understand Be trying to play me crazy let me go super saiyan Cuz you might dont understand til we pull up coupe sedan You don't understand Thursday just took of my Tuesday pants That's a trapping man Brodie like to trap and do scam he a trammer man Stacks in my stacked got em poking like some hammer pants Only God can judge me fuck the jury I had a half a chance Niggas got they hand out but what if I aint have a hand What if I aint never hit that south ducking Jackie chan What if I aint take that lost with dread thinking that I ran Majestic enlighten me on Supreme forever that's my mans Billion dollar nigga in my spirit n don't gotta have a band Stick with a drum and experience and I don't have a band Pop a nigga ass a cadence what yo daddy saying That blow me nigga think he know me better than I know me But you just knew the old me T Baby to fucking spody They watching us so G3 know I'm busting down his Rollie Diamond in the rough and break bread with all woadies I see his son inside his eyes so I'll die for Goldie I see the sun peek thru the blinds but I still got the 40 Cuz when ya high in the sky flying they try to drop ya Kobe And that's why I feel if I lose this shit today bet I still die real Bald head nigga with the waves but I'm a die still If I lose this bitch today then its diarrhea Still fuck a couple times like Moriah Mills I don't think ya'll really know what time is Grind for nothing then I wouldn't even must grind still I feel like I feel cuz that's how I feel I feel like fuck ya and that's how I feel I feel like slaves back in the day when they in them field nights Bitch we aint have no cleats still had to see what the field like Bitch we was in them streets wasn't under no street lights
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