mannyily, Pinkm6969 - Thank You! lyrics
[mannyily, Pinkm6969 - Thank You! lyrics]
Testing, um, thank you
Ayy, thank you for the wishes, the bitches
'cause Manny in the building
'Boutta pull up on a fan
'cause I really want some kisses
They try to write my style
All they make is fuckin' misses
Fuck school, my attendance tryna hide that
I'm not finished
I got bread up on the counter
And I'm super fuckin' thankful
Never thought that I would go and make
This shit into my day job
Got a shorty on my line 'cause
Manny popping like a pimple
I got two thick thots, and yes
I'm chilling in the middle, ayy
Dance upon my parents over fucking rhymes
Thinking not to curse, bitch
I do it all the time
'Boutta kill a fucking tick
Likе I'm causing hella crime
Bad bitch sitting on my lap
She rеally on my mind, ayy
I say rapping and snapping
You know I'm slapping
I just made some fucking paper, now
Your girls get what happened, huh
I just wrote another banger for the boys
They're handing me a mic and now
I'm playing with my toys
Yeah, okay, I said, thank you
For the kind words, this might hurt
Promise I'll be gentle but I heard
You like it kinda rough bitch
You give me that impression, my intention is
To give you the brock worst, yeah I said
Calm down, I need a minute to cool off
Lets spend some racks on you baby
Now take your shoes off
And when I said that I'll
Be thanking the mass
I don't mean church bitch
The more you talk
The more that I'm pissed off
More that I'm pissed off
I'm in my fucking bag I take
My tea with a biscoff
I'm in a whip, my dick and tickle throat
Make a bitch cough
Yeah she saying thank you when
Her clothes getting ripped off
I'm saying thank you
I got something to ask you
Will you bend it over baby
Let $emmy semi attack you?
Just let it spank you
It's the only thing agreed
You gotta blow the back up baby and
Bust in and saying thank you
Ayy, thank you for the wishes, the bitches
'cause Manny in the building
'Boutta pull up on a fan
'cause I really want some kisses
They try to write my style
All they make is fuckin' misses
Fuck school, my attendance tryna hide that
I'm not finished
I got bread up on the counter
And I'm super fuckin' thankful
Never thought that I would go and make
This shit into my day job
Got a shorty on my line 'cause
Manny popping like a pimple
I got two thick thots, and yes
I'm chilling in the middle, ayy
Dance upon my parents over fucking rhymes
Thinking not to curse, bitch
I do it all the time
'Boutta kill a fucking tick
Likе I'm causing hella crime
Bad bitch sitting on my lap
She rеally on my mind, ayy
I say rapping and snapping
You know I'm slapping
I just made some fucking paper, now
Your girls get what happened, huh
I just wrote another banger for the boys
They're handing me a mic and now
I'm playing with my toys
Yeah, okay, I said, thank you
For the kind words, this might hurt
Promise I'll be gentle but I heard
You like it kinda rough bitch
You give me that impression, my intention is
To give you the brock worst, yeah I said
Calm down, I need a minute to cool off
Lets spend some racks on you baby
Now take your shoes off
And when I said that I'll
Be thanking the mass
I don't mean church bitch
The more you talk
The more that I'm pissed off
More that I'm pissed off
I'm in my fucking bag I take
My tea with a biscoff
I'm in a whip, my dick and tickle throat
Make a bitch cough
Yeah she saying thank you when
Her clothes getting ripped off
I'm saying thank you
I got something to ask you
Will you bend it over baby
Let $emmy semi attack you?
Just let it spank you
It's the only thing agreed
You gotta blow the back up baby and
Bust in and saying thank you