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the game – t.h.o.t. lyrics

(hook)
that’s yo hoe? i f-cked yo b-tch hold up
yo face look mad as sh-t
she sucked my d-ck and you kissed her
boy i nuted all on her lips
cuz you f-ckin with a thot n-gg-
you f-ckin with a thot n-gg- that’s on mamas
cuz you f-ckin with a thot n-gg-
you f-ckin with a thot n-gg- that’s on mamas

(verse)
you f-ckin wit a thot n-gg-
i’m a real n-gg- b-tch you f-ckin’ wit a pac n-gg-
graduated from the pills and them rocks n-gg-
money, power, respect, come through like the lox n-gg-
f-ck a bottle, buy the box n-gg-
buy the audemar, we don’t google, we buy the stock n-gg-
same old boppers, leader of the new school
sprayin on them lockers, no rain gon stop us
get the swing on yappers
flush on the bottom, gold fangs on the top ones, you came with the choppa
and i’m known for cutting these hoes like i’m the bachelor
they stuck in the hood, i’m the spatula
told these b-tches expose these b-tches for who they are
you a thot, yea i really know these b-tches
think it’s all i owed these b-tches for being themselves
she a coach bag b-tch but she follow chanelle
that’s on mamas

(hook)
that’s yo hoe? i f-cked yo b-tch hold up
yo face look mad as sh-t
she sucked my d-ck and you kissed her
boy i nuted all on her lips (stupid n-gg-!)
cuz you f-ckin with a thot n-gg-
you f-ckin with a thot n-gg- that’s on mamas
cuz you f-ckin with a thot n-gg-
you f-ckin with a thot n-gg- that’s on mamas

(verse)
i got riggidi riggidi racks and them diggiti d-mn
the piggiti piggiti paint the face of a riggidi clown
black out, back out, like a flimsy blast
f-ck a track out, like racin outside, p-ss-es chalked outline
n-gg-s can’t be outshined, outrhymed or outdimed
i’m like magic in his prime without hives
it’s stuntin season
it’s f-ck n-gg-s like gays but for the other reason
me and luccy getting cutting in them regions
period, a b-tch bleed then i f-ckin bleed er
what?

you f-ckin with a thot n-gg-
my compton n-gg-s come with k like that n-gg-
real when i talk, you can tell bout my tone
fewest of grim likes, a b-tch swear that she on
via post from condos riding in lambos
stunting pr-nto, knowin that sh-t rondo’s b-tch

(verse)
she kinda thick, what’s yo measure?
say her name bone collector, that’s on secty
3-5-4, i’mma rep ride it real
she like the way i dress but them 5-0-1’s on the chill
on her first two visits, nasty when i f-ck
i told her keep me out the clinic, and mamas i’m bout that business
blowin money fast but i’m stayin out them fences
super pervert, i’m g lavert to these b-tches
feelin like that n-gg-
back when i was skinny, before i’m fillin out them pictures and f-ckin wit yo sister
mr grab diamond wear sheriff hoes
and if my b-tch done have a kid i have a lair for hoes
h-lla sick with this pimpin
my moms told me how to tell a chick from a chicken
don’t be f-ckin with a christian
diamond lane bangin, they hear it and get to trippin
i’m the king of the thots, n-gg- listen

(hook x2)
that’s yo hoe? i f-cked yo b-tch hold up
yo face look mad as sh-t
she sucked my d-ck and you kissed her
boy i nuted all on her lips
cuz you f-ckin with a thot n-gg-
you f-ckin with a thot n-gg- that’s on mamas
cuz you f-ckin with a thot n-gg-
you f-ckin with a thot n-gg- that’s on mamas

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