thakidd - end of discussion lyrics
hook
you hating on me
it’s end of discussion
you just text dump me
it’s end of discussion
tired of these f-ck n-gga
b-tch n-gga it’s end of discussion
it’s end of discussion
it’s end of discussion
it’s end of discussion
it’s end of discussion x2
verse 1
it’s end of discussion
my main b-tch she russian
i tired being in a slump god
shout out to slump god
now i maybe ugly
but i want some respect
you never wanted me
now you wanna date me (what)
nawfside n-gga
i got 40 triggas
i got 40 in my refrigerator
you n-ggas ya affecting us
you hate that i’m acting up
but i do not give a f-ck
you n-ggas stay acting up
but i do not give a f-ck
you b-tches stay acting up
but i do not give a f-ck
you f-ck with my feeling
now i give a f-ck
you play with my money
you bounce like a bunny (grah)
hook
you hating on me
it’s end of discussion
you just text dump me
it’s end of discussion
tired of these f-ck n-gga
b-tch n-gga it’s end of discussion
it’s end of discussion
it’s end of discussion
it’s end of discussion
it’s end of discussion x2
verse 2
look
i do not give a f-ck
i’m gonna f-ck around
and run it up
f-ck around shoot it up
tell me where the money at
f-ck boy give it up
i said it
f-ck you to all of my ex’s
especially ones that dumped me over
a f-cking text message
takeoff that is my motherf-cking idle
go to church and read the bible
i drop off my flow
but y’all n-ggas want pick it up
you face on the ground pick it up
yo sh-t on the ground pick it up
yo piece on the ground pick it up
i don’t no d-mn suit and tie
justin timberlake b-tch n-gga you a lie
walk in yo trap
to yo money gon
p-ssy n-gga i told you i’m takin it
king of the serpents that is my brother
takeoff my idle
snoop dogg my uncle
you not a k!lla n-gga
cook dope with my sk!llet n-gga
all you can eat buffet n-gga
it’s the real chiraq
n-gga body so fat is a backpack
i love my baby
she always on mind
and i stay brazy
when i don’t see her it driving me crazy
i came from the nawf
3 years old i said f-ck golf
compact yo -ss like my name was wall-e
r.i.p pappy
swerve in my caddy
money flow through
my pockets
i fatten my pockets
you get hit with the rocket
you explode like you was a hot pocket
you shooting at me
it’s the end of discussion
(grah)
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