MGK, TezO, Dub-O - Thoed Ass lyrics
MGK [Machine Gun Kelly] Colson Baker [Cleveland, Ohio, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[MGK, TezO, Dub-O - Thoed Ass lyrics]
Yeah, bitch
I'ma thoed ass, blowed ass
Dick in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning
Hundred joints rolled ass
Rich muhfucka, wit' no class
Bitch, I'm from the land
You don't wanna go there
Bitch, you talkin' grams, I be smokin' O's
Yeah hotbox whip, I don't need the Ozium
I ain't hiding my shit
I'm a fuckin' grown man
If the cops come, then, oh, well, uh huh
I'm still smoking my Blu Cantrell
Yeah, I might fuck around and blow a zip
Have both my lungs like oh shit, ha, Kells
I'ma show them how a Cleveland muhfucka do
Bitch, went straight to the league
From the public school (Ha ha ha)
Shit, ya'll know it's no struggle
No progress
Hmm, so I told the bitch work, go topless
Church, I'm a muhfuckin' asshole
Tattooed to the sandals, fuck a
Bitch while I stand, though
Burn a little wax, no candle
I'm buying Cubans by the pack, no Castro
They know I never try to hide like Camo
We in the mothafuckin' field like Rambo
And you know I will steal a rich boy Lambo
And drive that mothafucka straight to a bando
24
7 get work, I grew up around them Hot Boyz
Lil Turk
Ay, I'm twenty five gotta get turnt
I'm a young rockstar like Lil Kurt
Ay, twenty after four get
Burnt, everyday's Friday, no Big Worm
Ay, thirty more days 'til the first and
The hood gets paid, you better learn, bitch
I been around like a merry-go
I swear a year ago, i told myself to piss on
Every hater like a urinal
I ain't tryna hear no, not gon fear no
We ain't really have to tell
Cause niggas still tellin on
Name ring ring like a telephone, Dub-O
I don't know ya, EST, I'm a soldier
All we do is smoke doja
Still make 'em say uhh
Master my P's so cut the head off a cobra
I'm in tip-top shape, yup, if I want
It, I could get ya taste, girl
Play the cut
How the cut should be played yup
Everything about me going way up
I sit back and watch you talk a
Lot while you talk a lot
Got to keep it pimpin
So I take the pimpin back to the parking lot
I'm a G wit it, OD wit it, nigga
If we talkin money then you know
We get it like uh
Your face lookin hella mad, yeah you
Hella mad doing hella bad, i'm seeing that
And me, I'm eating hella crabs, yeah hella
Crabs, getting hella fat, by the pocket
Yeah bitch, don't get it twisted
I been poppin on the low
I'm underground wit it, nigga
You ain't got a clue
I been had the Juice like Q on the roof
And you can dig up Bishop if
You ever want the truth young nigga got
Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning
Hundred joints rolled ass
Rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka
III am from the land 'til I D-IE
If you getting right you need a Hum-vee
(For real) and a big bag of that OG
Price so low you would swear I wit the police
If she come wit me, she ain't comin back
Tell her put it on my lap
Clap it like a jumping jack
Run up on me if you want I'll tell you to
I'll run it back
I wonder can he handle that
Naw he can't handle that
I got ten freaky bitches tryna
Lick a nigga nuts
A hunnid crooked cops tryna get a nigga luck
God bless the track niggas
I can see the future and it
Come wit hella racks wit' it
Like I'm up at Saks wit it
Young Kyrie with the shot
Young Don Juan, what you thought?
Take her up top, then I let her drop
I'ma B-A Double L until they put me in a box
Ball
Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Thoed ass, rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka
I'ma thoed ass, blowed ass
Dick in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning
Hundred joints rolled ass
Rich muhfucka, wit' no class
Bitch, I'm from the land
You don't wanna go there
Bitch, you talkin' grams, I be smokin' O's
Yeah hotbox whip, I don't need the Ozium
I ain't hiding my shit
I'm a fuckin' grown man
If the cops come, then, oh, well, uh huh
I'm still smoking my Blu Cantrell
Yeah, I might fuck around and blow a zip
Have both my lungs like oh shit, ha, Kells
I'ma show them how a Cleveland muhfucka do
Bitch, went straight to the league
From the public school (Ha ha ha)
Shit, ya'll know it's no struggle
No progress
Hmm, so I told the bitch work, go topless
Church, I'm a muhfuckin' asshole
Tattooed to the sandals, fuck a
Bitch while I stand, though
Burn a little wax, no candle
I'm buying Cubans by the pack, no Castro
They know I never try to hide like Camo
We in the mothafuckin' field like Rambo
And you know I will steal a rich boy Lambo
And drive that mothafucka straight to a bando
24
7 get work, I grew up around them Hot Boyz
Lil Turk
Ay, I'm twenty five gotta get turnt
I'm a young rockstar like Lil Kurt
Ay, twenty after four get
Burnt, everyday's Friday, no Big Worm
Ay, thirty more days 'til the first and
The hood gets paid, you better learn, bitch
I been around like a merry-go
I swear a year ago, i told myself to piss on
Every hater like a urinal
I ain't tryna hear no, not gon fear no
We ain't really have to tell
Cause niggas still tellin on
Name ring ring like a telephone, Dub-O
I don't know ya, EST, I'm a soldier
All we do is smoke doja
Still make 'em say uhh
Master my P's so cut the head off a cobra
I'm in tip-top shape, yup, if I want
It, I could get ya taste, girl
Play the cut
How the cut should be played yup
Everything about me going way up
I sit back and watch you talk a
Lot while you talk a lot
Got to keep it pimpin
So I take the pimpin back to the parking lot
I'm a G wit it, OD wit it, nigga
If we talkin money then you know
We get it like uh
Your face lookin hella mad, yeah you
Hella mad doing hella bad, i'm seeing that
And me, I'm eating hella crabs, yeah hella
Crabs, getting hella fat, by the pocket
Yeah bitch, don't get it twisted
I been poppin on the low
I'm underground wit it, nigga
You ain't got a clue
I been had the Juice like Q on the roof
And you can dig up Bishop if
You ever want the truth young nigga got
Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning
Hundred joints rolled ass
Rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka
III am from the land 'til I D-IE
If you getting right you need a Hum-vee
(For real) and a big bag of that OG
Price so low you would swear I wit the police
If she come wit me, she ain't comin back
Tell her put it on my lap
Clap it like a jumping jack
Run up on me if you want I'll tell you to
I'll run it back
I wonder can he handle that
Naw he can't handle that
I got ten freaky bitches tryna
Lick a nigga nuts
A hunnid crooked cops tryna get a nigga luck
God bless the track niggas
I can see the future and it
Come wit hella racks wit' it
Like I'm up at Saks wit it
Young Kyrie with the shot
Young Don Juan, what you thought?
Take her up top, then I let her drop
I'ma B-A Double L until they put me in a box
Ball
Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Thoed ass, rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka