The Game, Problem, Huddy, Badd Lucc - T.H.O.T. lyrics

[The Game, Problem, Huddy, Badd Lucc - T.H.O.T. lyrics]

That’s yo hoe? I fucked yo bitch hold up
Yo face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy I nuted all on her lips
Cuz you fuckin with a THOT nigga
You fuckin with a THOT nigga that’s on mamas
Cuz you fuckin with a THOT nigga
You fuckin with a THOT nigga that’s on mamas

You fuckin wit a THOT nigga
I’m a real nigga bitch you
Fuckin’ wit a Pac nigga
Graduated from the pills and them rocks nigga
Money, power, respect
Come through like The Lox nigga
Fuck a bottle, buy the box nigga
Buy the Audemar, we don’t Google
We buy the stock nigga
Same old boppers, leader of the new school
Sprayin on them lockers, no rain gon stop us
Get the swing on yappers
Flush on the bottom, gold fangs
On the top ones
You came with the choppa
And I’m known for cutting these
Hoes like I’m the bachelor
They stuck in the hood, I’m the spatula
Told these bitches expose these bitches
For who they are
You a THOT, yea I really know these bitches
Think it’s all I owed these
Bitches for being themselves
She a coach bag bitch but she follow Chanelle
That’s on mamas

I got riggidi riggidi racks
And them diggiti damn
The piggiti piggiti paint the face
Of a riggidi clown
Black out, back out, like a flimsy blast
Fuck a track out, like racin outside
Pussies chalked outline
Niggas can’t be outshined
Outrhymed or outdimed
I’m like Magic in his prime without hives
It’s stuntin season
It’s fuck niggas like gays but
For the other reason
Me and Luccy getting cutting in them regions
Period, a bitch bleed then I fuckin bleed er
What?

You fuckin with a THOT nigga
My Compton niggas come with K like that nigga
Real when I talk, you can tell bout my tone
Fewest of grim likes
A bitch swear that she on
Via post from condos riding in Lambos
Stunting pronto
Knowin that shit Rondo’s bitch

She kinda thick, what’s yo measure?
Say her name bone collector, that’s on secty
3-5-4, I’mma rep ride it real
She like the way I dress but
Them 5-0-1’s on the chill
On her first two visit's, nasty when I fuck
I told her keep me out the clinic
And mamas I’m bout that business
Blowin money fast but I’m
Stayin out them fences
Super pervert, I’m G Lavert to these bitches
Feelin like that nigga
Back when I was skinny
Before I’m fillin out them pictures
And fuckin wit yo sister
Mr grab diamond wear sheriff hoes
And if my bitch done have a kid
I have a lair for hoes
Hella sick with this pimpin
My moms told me how to tell
A chick from a chicken
Don’t be fuckin with a Christian
Diamond lane bangin
They hear it and get to trippin
I’m the king of the THOTs, nigga listen

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