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THUNDER
Talinwya
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(Whew, ha, yeah)
We had toโ (Woo)
We had toโ (Woo, yeah)
Woo, we had to
We had to shoot at the head (Mhm)
We had to shoot at the head for the pressure
I drop bands on the motherfuckin' rug for the dresser
Walkin' in thousand dollar shoes, they can't even guess 'em
Bro thot him hard, he leavin' in a stretcher
I'm up on live with thousands, I'ma bless 'em
I put a rack on my every shoe, bitch, I'm impressive
Brodie so broke, I swear this shit depressing
We treat him like pill like Macho had depression
I'm fuckin' this bitch over off the F&N
Pardon my shoes, I ain't askin' questions
Kiss on her face, her family call her Jetson
We in the 'Cat, I turned it on by pressin'
I need some top, I taught the bitch a lesson
Ayy, put rings on her fingers, I mean it
ATL, shout out my boy Genie
Bread in my pockets, walkin' with panini
Her mouth on my head like a motherfuckin' beamer
Yeah, I mean it, I'm super trackin', get to freakin'
Got different bitches swappin' my phone on weekend
I hop in the Trackhawk, the tires screechin'
That Louis my bag lookin' copper Reeses
Turn up (Woo), turn up (Woo)
Turn up (Woo), turn up (Woo)
Burn up (What?)
Turn 'round, burn up (Yeah), turn 'round
Tom Brady with the bitch, had to pass her
My kids only, turn out so massive
She call me bro, Jim Carrey, laughin'
I been the man, I'm Mr. Make It Happen
Sleepin' on Eagle, go 'head, keep on nappin'
I'm gettin' that paper like a motherfuckin' napkin
That bitch askin' lunch, she ask me, "Wanna try this?"
Yeah, this song contagious like a virus
I came with the thunder, stars leakin', Osiris
Groupie by jet, lil' bitch, I'm the flyest
We had toโ (Woo)
We had toโ (Woo, yeah)
Woo, we had to
We had to shoot at the head (Mhm)
We had to shoot at the head for the pressure
I drop bands on the motherfuckin' rug for the dresser
Walkin' in thousand dollar shoes, they can't even guess 'em
Bro thot him hard, he leavin' in a stretcher
I'm up on live with thousands, I'ma bless 'em
I put a rack on my every shoe, bitch, I'm impressive
Brodie so broke, I swear this shit depressing
We treat him like pill like Macho had depression
I'm fuckin' this bitch over off the F&N
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