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thieva - i n t r o lyrics

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intro:
ey
drip, drip, splash (yeah)
pour me some water
pour me some water, (water,water)

vers:
i pull up in a sp-ce coupe
i’m looking all fly
she got a -ss my a chigga cry
after i hit her, i saying goodbye

hitting the l!cks call me tay-k
run from the cop, i did the race
no face, no case
cracking ur -ss like a vase

rocking versace, my wrist be like 50
i’m looking fly, u look like a hippie
bust down my wrist, that sh-t be dripping
i do the mopping,catching you slipping

i hit the goal, i never missing
i got no time so stop all the b-tching
b-tch u are lame, stop all the dissing
i do no love, stop all the kissing

hook:
you know i do it for real
slapping this sh-t for real
i’m independent, no deal
eating that -ss like a meal. (x2)

you know i do it for real
slapping this sh-t for real
i’m independent, no deal
eating that -ss like a meal. (x2)

vers:
i moving fast like a ghost
hop on the bently u know
50 k for a show
suck and swallow she blow

i counting the 50:s and i count the hundred
i taping on that b-tch she call me her baby
tell that lil b-tch she been high on lately
i am a g, i ain’t her baby

my flow is so hard so stop all the acting
f-ck all that drama, b-tch u distracting
blow me a kiss like a flute
blowing at you i’ma shoot

i got the stick by my side
ak-47 made a chigga died
i got the answers call me tech nine
lil shawty clapping like a high five

booty so fat make a chigga cry
lil baby, don’t be so shy
big baller, change your life
f-ck a dagger, so take a knife

i moving fast like ghost
hop on the bently you know
50k for a show, throw that sh-t on a hoe
baking the bread so give me the dough

hook:
you know i do it for real
slapping this sh-t for real
i’m independent, no deal
eating that -ss like a meal. (x2)

you know i do it for real
slapping this sh-t for real
i’m independent, no deal
eating that -ss like a meal. (x2)

vers:
i got a glock
she got a twin
i don’t compete
cuz all do is win

running the lap
hitting the track
pull out the bands
i call it racks

i did the race
free my chigga tay k
running with the glock
you know we hitting the ops

i am a grinder
working so much where the f-ck is the timer
shooting at his face f-ck it i’ma shoot him in the brain
catch you slippin then i’ma sn-tching your chain

b-tch i’m a g i never feel pain
i got a bad b-tch she from spain. (hola)
that b-tch a hoe she never be main
i make it rain, i run a train, i blow your brain, coping all the pain

suicidal, kurt cobain
i might sn-tch a chain
got codeine in my vain, got me high mary jane
i might go insane

bridge:
that b-tch she rides, she topping. (top)
make me c-m like popping. (pop)
spend 100k on shopping. (shop,shop)
stick by my side never flopping. (slop)

she f-cks with me i’m winning. (win)
big fat -ss i’m printing. (print)
make me c-m i’m sprinting. (sprint)
shat that -ss i’m printing. (-ss)

b-tch i’m finessing
thank god for the blessings
k!ll a chigga if he testing
rest in peace that chigga he resting

hook:
you know i do it for real
slapping this sh-t for real
i’m independent, no deal
eating that -ss like a meal. (x2)

you know i do it for real
slapping this sh-t for real
i’m independent, no deal
eating that -ss like a meal. (x2)

- thieva lyrics

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