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nick carter green - thriller (all that) lyrics

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[pre-chorus 1]
now i ain’t been a b-tch
since my n-gga died
ain’t no fearing death
when you been thinking homicide
i been smoking
i been drinking like i’ll suicide
find somebody realer?
p-ssy n-gga, you a lie

[chorus 1]
and she want all this
cause b-tch, i’m all that
and she want all this
cause b-tch, i’m all that
f-ck that 9 to 5
i never got a call back
and she want all this
cause b-tch, i’m all that

[verse 1]
you looking at the thriller in its pure form
stop talking about a drill if you ain’t good for it
lil n-gga wanna be me
but you can’t be jordan
but catch these shots i’m throwing at you
rodman keep boarding
boarding all of these planes
soar on all of these lames
i’m h-lla zooted but i keep it moving
might swerve in all these lanes
say she want ding-ling from this dream team
if we make a mess, then she clean things
boy stressed sh-t for my ex-l!ck
guess i was busting nuts in your next fling
i heard my ex been laying with some broke n-ggas
i hate a broke n-gga, i will choke n-ggas
my momma tried to tell mind these d-mn manners
but tell your girlfriend come get her d-mn panties

[pre-chorus 2]
now i ain’t been a b-tch
since my n-gga died
ain’t no fearing death
when you been thinking homicide
i been smoking
i been drinking like i’ll suicide
still that ugly motherf-cker
but your chick will ride

[chorus 2]
and she want all this
cause b-tch, i’m all that
and she want all this
cause b-tch, i’m all that
she can think she run sh-t
but bet she crawl back
and she want all this
cause b-tch, i’m all that

[verse 2]
i got a lot of p-ssy
but i’m not a p-ssy
i’m all about the p-ssy
i came out a p-ssy
swear to god i been real n-gga since i popped out
and been a rich n-gga since i dropped out
more dough than my teachers
we cooked crack
i pushed white
now make more dough for my features
but i’ll go back
that’s on my life
in front of fairplay with fair play
split your wig, bad hair day
just ask your moms, i’m going god
give no f-ck what your prayers say
riding round in that double-edge
looking trill as f-ck like i’m thoroughbred
no bank account but i’m cashing out
if i flip the mattress, i’ll bunk the bed
got a couple boppers just giving head
for hundred dollars i’ll get you fed
girl all i want for my birthday is you
and your f-cking friend
i’m the man
i’m the f-cking man
i already hit your girl
now i’m finna get your aunt
it’s the klan
it’s the klan
tell them hoes we ain’t playing
xci, f-ck you saying boy?

[pre-chorus 3]
now i ain’t been a b-tch
since my n-gga died
ain’t no fearing death
when you been thinking homicide
i been smoking
i been drinking like i’ll suicide
if i do, at least my homies on the other side

[chorus 3]
and she want all this
cause b-tch, i’m all that
and she want all this
cause b-tch, i’m all that
don’t have me beat this n-gga -ss
like mortal kombat
and she want all this
cause b-tch, i’m all that

[verse 3]
okay, my house smelling checks
stove smelling like wet
toilet smelling like sh-t
but boy, my bed smelling like s-x
and you gon’ die nothing
homie you gon’ die suffering
but if i don’t die grinding
just know i’ll die f-cking
and this i bet, yes
got a chick on deck
patio hoe, her knickers wet
new york, new jersey moved your nets
birds migrate and my mind great
and my mind set in my mind state
but expect no less
need silence like i got my test
so february gone and drop that mess
keep her going, never slowing
gaming no one, keep her token
eat her out, leave her open
let digest
see her moping, cannot cope it
lead to hoping panties soaking
collect p-ssy like the irs
let’s move forward, robert horry
spur of moment, maury later
commentator speak of glory to my hater, yeah



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