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the thought - the$e dudes lyrics

[intro]
blaqknoiz
they like eenie meenie minie moe
they like eenie meenie minie moe
they like eenie meenie minie moe, woah
they like… yo

[verse: xzavier]
traveling with khaleesi on a fly–ss lizard
sipping an elixir in a castle, like goblet (what city?!)
watch with brandy, as she stripping off her panties
while grabbing a pole found in the glow of a strobe light
i’m sorta bored, her moes don’t roll no money
lifelike fantasy, died in this rigorous reality with bigger lips
liposuction, both breast cuts are up
but my fingers feel nothing, just a numbness, f-ck this algorithmic state
brain filters, no real love, an off-kilter haze
cash or dough, a brown -sshole, they’ll score
so f-cking played, an animalistic crave
all a b-tch feel for!
make me spend more bills to feel my lil’ pole, real raw?
in a digitalized age, can i find a bet, stake my claims?
what do i got? not a d-mn thang! ok? ok!
do it again, attain ’nuff to steel, f-ck the zeal
just to bust a nut, but left with nada?
h-ll to the nah, brah!

[verse: the thought]
these dudes be treating women like a piece of f-cking meat (‘sup ma?)
these dudes be like “we f-cking?” when they p-ss you in the street (but are we?)
these dudes be spending hundreds on pictures of your feet (let me get ’em)
these dudes ain’t worth nothing, they just living by the skeet-skeet
these dudes be paying women just to get a f-cking text
these dudes be slaves for women just to have some boring s-x (is it in yet?)
these dudes be paid, but vision what they lack
in fact, it’s depth perception from between the shallow and the real they disrespect
no self-crit, just billfolds
they want the fat t-ts, that they can’t hold
they want the fat -ss, that they can’t squeeze
supply the green cash to be the cuckold
taking red-eyes, for a dead-end
just to turn lies into households
then they find wives, on the internet
divide dynasties, on the stucco
and they planting seeds, with the hoes they meet
just to turn around and brag about the s-x
’til they eighteen and she comes clean
that she out of town and ain’t about the rest
guaranteed they’re on the line, talking how they “hate that b-tch!”
but they were only f-cking cause she’s s-xy and he’s rich

[hook]
they like eenie meenie minie moe
chase them figures to and fro
would-be ballers, buying hoes!
let everybody know!
eenie meenie minie moe
catch that stripper by the toe
if she holla, buy her clothes
and bash them guts on video
they like eenie meenie minie moe
chase them figures to and fro
would-be ballers, buying hoes!
let everybody know!
eenie meenie minie moe
catch that stripper by the toe
if she holla, buy her clothes
then bash them guts on video

- the thought lyrics

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