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thrilla thor - adrenaline series #1 lyrics

[hook 1]

…this b-tch
im living life won’t throw it away for this b-tch x2
n-gga, b-tch, n-gga, b-tch, n-gga, b-tch, n-gga, b-tch

[verse 1: thrilla]

i’m back with pack spit facts with a p-ssion
t-ttiesville bars we ain’t serving slack
got a squad full of gods but we live on the tracks
forty cal make your stupid -ss do a back flip
radclif: oh shucks dude
i’m just tryna have a little bit of fun too
lil’ n-ggas want beef ay come through
you remind me of a b-tch i once knew
pistols popping system throbbing
p-ss your p-ssy -ss to docc
you really think you dissing me?
what a waste of air and time
you a square compared to mine
that embarr-ssing sh-t’ll leave you paralyzed
recognize i’m leviathan b-tch
when it comes to my team i share the shine
we golden f-ggot i’ve had it with these chumps
we stack em at the dumps
we went from f-cking hoes
from millennium to mosh pits bro
yo b-tch be acting fly and sh-t
she belongs in c-ckpit too
i call it beating round the bush
when i give her s-xual chocolate
they ain’t gotta sound timid
im’a rip em im’a k!ll em
make em think about they life
like bums on ingra just chilling
see me in a fight with a beast b-tch
pray for the beast
could have stayed in the streets
but decided to be somebody my peeps would need
cuz i grind so hard my t–th bleed
i got bees in a trap cuz it’s open season
got skeets let me sleep in their ovaries
ski mask and a pack for my black boots
that’s a recipe to get a 6 flag
says she practice abstinence
till she round some black n-ggas
end up f-cking a parade calling it an accident
let me pick y’all brain make sure these n-ggas hear me
the sickness drips when the ink pens near
don’t want you to fear i want all of the above
i want you to fear how much you love me
right where i’m stunting specially when i’m bumming
in god i trust, everybody up to some
i want donald trumps money so my fam can function
wanna eat real good get this animal stuffed
when the sh-t runs out be a cannibal brah
we could turn your team to flammable bunch
i’m a fashionable mother f-ck you pay me homage
and don’t get shot scheming for a profit
i’m tall black ripped and its oh so egotistic
i prefer the term hedonistic misfit
bl–dy murder on a b-tch and then i’m creeping on the compet-tion
keep em in the condominium
mercy at a minimal
beat em to a mineral wanted was cheese
to be touched and teased kissed and pleased
tripleblackgod i’m mr t
all gold everything like a f-cking palestinian
verbally vigilant, seriously serial
whipping up miracles the taste the streets
critically acclaimed t-ttiesville supreme!

[hook 2]

im living life won’t throw it away for this b-tch x2
n-gga, b-tch, n-gga, b-tch, n-gga, b-tch, n-gga, b-tch

- thrilla thor lyrics

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