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bluebucksclan – thor lyrics

[intro]
(it’s loyalty)

[verse 1: jeeezy]
glad everybody know we them n+ggas now (we them n+ggas)
she remindin’ me of pac how she get around (i get around)
i ain’t f+ckin’ with you lames, man, you n+ggas clowns (n+ggas lame)
she thought she was ready for me, now she breakin’ down (man, what happened?)
i got bad b+tches arguin’ on twitter now (yeah, they salty)
all the b+tches i couldn’t call, i can get ’em now (i can get ’em now)
i thought i could never f+ck her, i could hit her now (i could hit her now)
rolls seats got my lower back feelin’ right (feelin’ right)
probably somewhere in the hills, i be out of sight (chillin’)
b+tches flag me down in traffic, “you obama, right?” (yeah, that’s me)
pourin’ deuces in my soda, i just need a sprite (sprite)

[verse 2: bluebucksclan dj]
i just faced a whole ‘wood, got me feelin’ right (feelin’ right)
keep scorin’ on these n+ggas, yeah, i’m really nice (ayy, he nice)
bucksclan do what we want, n+gga, f+ck a price (f+ck a price)
all these stars in my ceiling keep on shinin’ bright (big rolls)
flex on these n+ggas, give ’em somethin’ to see (big flexin’)
double f’s on my shoes, shirt double+g (big gucci)
f+ckin’ on your b+tch, ooh, she in love with me (she in love)
quarterback, b+tch, i ball, ain’t no sub for me (ain’t no sub)
now all these n+ggas lyin’, sayin’ they run with me (you don’t run with me)
now all these b+tches cryin’, wanna come with me (you can’t come with me)
yellow lam’ flyin’, lookin’ like a bumblebee (b+tch)
yeah, i think i’m better than you n+ggas, you can’t humble me (lil’ n+gga)
your b+tch wanna smash me, i told her crumble me (yeah, do it)
i bet my old b+tch mad that she fumbled me (haha, b+tch)
[verse 3: jeeezy]
why you mad at your b+tch? she had fun with me (we had fun)
ten b+tches in this loft keep me company (keep me company)
two b+tches, one of me, they keep jumpin’ me (this ain’t fair)
mad i let her drive the ghost, this sh+t hauntin’ me (godd+mn)
yeah, your n+gga think he fly, but he can’t f+ck with me (he can’t f+ck with me)
book the clan for a show, yeah, we thirty deep (thirty deep)
bougie b+tch, she from atlanta, that’s my georgia peach (georgia peach)
louboutins on my feet like i’m finna preach (finna preach)
almost slept with this b+tch, d+mn, i feel like meek (godd+mn)
you can have the whole b+tch, i just want a piece (i just want a piece)

[verse 4: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
get to fast talkin’ b+tches like i’m keak da sneak (keak da sneak)
drive the lam’ like i’m bookin’, but ain’t no caprice (no caprice)
at the top, it’s just us, i feel like lil reese (lil reese)
you want b+tterfly steak or you want taco pete? (what you want?)
she keep sayin’ her top fire, i’m like, “let me see” (let me see)
christians cuttin’ up my feet, i’m like, “let me bleed” (b+tch, i’m bleedin’)
i just started rappin’, all these n+ggas under me (under me)
you ain’t gon’ top me in the rolls, you can’t come with me (h+ll nah)
yeah, her head stone+cold, told her stunner me (stone+cold)
from the back, hold her arm, she can’t run from me (you can’t run)
top me ’til i can’t move, told her punish me (yeah, punish me)
double cup at the table, labels havin’ lunch with me (havin’ lunch with me)
feel like dmx, i don’t know what these b+tches want from me (what these b+tches want)
now all these lil’ hoes wanna flirt with me (tryna flirt)
all these lil’ lame n+ggas want a verse from me (h+ll nah)
nah, you can’t get no song and no show with me (h+ll nah)
n+ggas askin’ where the hoes, i got four with me (i got four with me)
heard you mad i got your b+tch, yeah, your wh0re with me (yeah, she with me)
yeah, ain’t no square b+tches, only goers with me (yeah, goers)
my n+ggas got the hammers in the club, feel like thor with me (like thor)
walkin’ in these christian loubs, i got the lord with me (thank the lord)
told her f+ck me good like she tryna have a boy with me (have my boy)

- bluebucksclan lyrics

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