The Thrill

Lyrics
[Verse 1] (Shakedown...) Blessed be the nigga that was born to do it The con artist ridin' on a conduit With jewels like Liberace, gold shit Hoe shit, we don't tolerate This real nigga holiday That's ev'ryday for me, pray for me Keep these fuck niggas 'way from me, huh Stick to the G-code, practice discipline I know my niggas thuggin' in the Feds listenin' Make my own rules, so I got some home rules Never fuck lame hoes then blame it on the booze, nah Or catch feelings when hoes choose Square shit And I ain't familiar, that's a form of failure I know niggas with albums out but broke I'm a rich nigga No album, I got the votes I'm a Don, keys to ya bitch ignition I turn her on, gas up on her and then I'm gone, ha In the wind, yeah, it's him again No mistakin' where he from, summertime Timberlands That killer in the dutch I'm a killer in the clutch Freak with Chow's and Felipe's, order the duck My bitches is everything but basic It's basic, bear witness to greatness (My bitches is everything but basic It's basic, bear witness to greatness... AH!) [Verse 2] Follow along Rap phenomenon, back from Milan Got that girl soakin' wet, she back up in the storm Red October, the wait's over You can tell them Cinderellas the date's over Got a bottle of 'ngac, few J's, I'm goin' up Right back in the psych ward, I'm goin' nuts Take what I want, I built my team on trust Only thing I gots to give, is a FUCK.. fuck off I'm fin' to get my nut off Frequent boss shit you ain't used to, it's crucial I take a 9 to 5 girl or a scripper Long as in the public a nigga ain't gotta kiss her Filthy, Brooklyn built me Smokin', drinkin', cashin' out, I'm guilty They don't like him cause he never wife 'em He just pop through in a flash, that lightenin' My chicks pop tags like Sarah Jessica And clean the royal nuts when they come to America Loyalty before royalty Killer in these streets, suckers don't toy with me, nah Penthouse booked out, you know it's us Back to these bricks, watch the dough stack up Penthouse booked out, you know it's us Back to these bricks, watch the dough stack up, YEAH!
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Credits
- Writers
- Kaïo
- Red Cafe