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$amaad - thot thot lyrics

[intro]
(the real child of drama)
yah, yah, yah
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
b+tch
i’m back for real
i ain’t go to school, i ain’t wanna work a job, tell momma i’ll rather serve pack for real (rather serve pack)
i ain’t wanna work, i’ll hustle ’till i die lil n+gga, just tryna get a plaque for real (tryna get a plaque)
add it up, add it up, tell a b+tch bag it up when a young n+gga hit saks for real, eughh (saks)
i ain’t ever had to join a gang b+tch
either way it go i’m with the gang b+tch
either way lame n+ggas can’t hang (hang)
broke n+gga can’t speak that language (language)
mind racing, all i’m thinking ’bout is lane switch
you’ll crash out ’bout a lame b+tch
you’ll crash out ’bout a thot thot
same hoe we left kids on her face with (nah)
[verse 1]
if she don’t get designer she might get the spider wider
and that’s only really if i f+ck with the b+tch (i f+ck with the b+tch)
i know that’s f+cked up, i don’t give a f+ck
i just hit my other other other lil’ b+tch (my other lil b+tch)
i know you be f+cking lames, what a d+mn shame
i’m like d+mn you just like your mother lil b+tch (like yo mother lil b+tch)
i don’t hate her but i just can’t f+ck with the b+tch
naw (naw), not one of yall (yeah)
i don’t wanna brawl, pass me the stick
pass me a glock, n+gga, get run up get hit (run up get hit)
whole lotta racks got the whole gang lit (whole gang lit)
whole lotta racks got the whole gang rich (whole gang rich)
i’ma hit saks, get the whole gang fits
audemars wrist got the whole gang dripping
brand new sh+t, what the whole gang whipping, yah
whip it, yeah, whip it, eugh

[chorus]
(the real child of drama)
b+tch
i’m back for real
i ain’t go to school, i ain’t wanna work a job, tell momma i’ll rather serve pack for real (rather serve pack)
i ain’t wanna work, i’ll hustle ’till i die lil n+gga, just tryna get a plaque for real (tryna get a plaque)
add it up, add it up, tell a b+tch bag it up when a young n+gga hit saks for real, eughh (saks)
i ain’t ever had to join a gang b+tch
either way it go i’m with the gang b+tch
either way lame n+ggas can’t hang (hang)
broke n+gga can’t speak that language (language)
mind racing, all i’m thinking ’bout is lane switch
you’ll crash out ’bout a lame b+tch
you’ll crash out ’bout a thot thot
same hoe we left kids on her face with (nah)

- amaad lyrics

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