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wilo$ (rapper) – thigh highs! lyrics

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[intro]
$upreme, you’re a b+tch

[chorus: slxrppy, mannyily]
you got thigh highs, b+tch let me put you down
i’ma fall on yo’ b+tch, then i pin her to the ground
don’t give two sh+ts, lil’ b+tch you a clown
i’ma keep my money up and leave my opps down
so b+tch, tell me, why the f+ck you playin’ games?
i’ma f+ck your b+tch while i’m doing cocaine
got glocks on me, yeah i feel like lil wayne
talking on the f+cking game, put yo’ ass to shame
manny really talking, i’ma pull up with a mac
making h+lla money, i be getting to the stack
i’ma eat your b+tch like a midnight snack
if you wanna talk down, i’ma pull up with a gat
don’t say sh+t, p+ssy boy you’re a rat
i don’t say sh+t ’cause i’m running to the bag
got a choppa on me, i’ma hit your sh+t back
if you wanna talk about me then that boy getting smacked

[verse: wilo$]
yeah that f+ck boy, gеt smacked, shorty look just like a snack
eating up that p+ssy, nah just playin’, i’m a rookie
but that shorty smooth likе [?], their like wilo$ f+ckin’ [?]
yeah we finna make a movie, know this finna be a groupie
b+tch is always acting moody, yeah she givin’ sloppy toppy
pull up in the maserati, know my homies f+ckin’ got me
yeah we drippin’ like tsunami, 2d b+tches acting dummy
itty bitty f+ckin’ titties while i’m countin’ up these fifties
got these thotties f+ckin’ giddy, from the back you know i hit it
this a motherf+ckin’ year, yeah we drivin’ through the city
know we finna hit a milly, yeah, ain’t talking bout no rock
and she sucking on my what, keep your f+ckin’ mouth shut
yeah that shorty h+lla fine, yeah she finna make me nut
p+ssy boy, talking sh+t, always acting like you tough
yeah these shorties tryna cuff, like i finna have enough
lookin’ towards her waist and i f+ckin’ realise
[chorus: slxrppy, mannyily]
you got thigh highs, b+tch let me put you down
i’ma fall on yo’ b+tch, then i pin her to the ground
don’t give two sh+ts, lil’ b+tch you a clown
i’ma keep my money up and leave my opps down
so b+tch, tell me, why the f+ck you playin’ games?
i’ma f+ck your b+tch while i’m doing cocaine
got glocks on me, yeah i feel like lil wayne
talking on the f+cking game, put yo’ ass to shame
manny really talking, i’ma pull up with a mac
making h+lla money, i be getting to the stack
i’ma eat your b+tch like a midnight snack
if you wanna talk down, i’ma pull up with a gat
don’t say sh+t, p+ssy boy you’re a rat
i don’t say sh+t ’cause i’m running to the bag
got a choppa on me, i’ma hit your sh+t back
if you wanna talk about me then that boy getting smacked



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