T.I., Killer Mike, Mac Boney - That's What I Thought lyrics
Killer Mike [Michael Santiago Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[T.I., Killer Mike, Mac Boney - That's What I Thought lyrics]
Nigga that's what I thought, I thought
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
I thought
Better go on with that bullshit
We know you ain't doin shit
Walkin round, talkin loud
Still ain't got into it yet
We be on that hood shit
You know how we do a bitch
Nigga walk up to a bitch
Nigga tell 'em you a bitch aye you flaw
(you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
Aye, aye you flaw
(you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
Aye, I was the nigga with the tool out
Right in front the schoolhouse
Then the bigger nigga fail assassin
What it do now? Catch him let him have it
Nigga best be glad I cooled down
A fool wit it, hit a nigga hood
Make him move out
Yeah, nigga know it ain't no hoein' us
Try Thursday night and Friday shit
Just go to blowin up
Better catch a cut on that box
Chevy go to showin up
Sho' 'nuff we at your do' and on
Ya ass soon as it open up
Nigga twice as old as us
Knew we was 'bout that action too
Up and down the avenue, walkin wit a attitude
Try whoever ready for whatever
It don't matter dude
Best be on your P's and Q's
Cause never know what Cap'll do
He cap a nigga on the news, he a fool wit it
Nowadays it's different
I don't understand how dude kick it
Computer gooning
Makin threats over the internet
Talkin 'bout what you gon' do and
You ain't did it yet!
Yeah that's what I thought
And that's what I was thinkin
You know Boney be on point
Especially when I'm drinkin
I play a hater smooth to the left side
Pimpin off of Westside
And I don't take light to
All the square types, i'm 'bout mine
Stomp a nigga ass like I'm
Tryna make some red wine
Be all on yo' ass like a canine, rewind
I start to bring the fists out
Then I brought the pistols out
Runnin through the spot
You done brought the brown niggas out
Finger itchin now
Should you get the bigger picture now
I won't allow
A hater to get raw I will air him out
Think about
Every single thing that you care about
Stare down the barrel of my bad news carrier
The more the merrier
A group of suckers watch me tear 'em up
The boss said hurry up
While I go crank the McClaren up
You haters scared of us
Cause we known to make a cherry bust
You not prepared for us
We done came into yo' area
Killer Killer from the villa
Westside go-rilla go realer than these
Country-ass monkey-ass niggas
These funky-ass niggas
Asswipe how I treat 'em
Fuck nigga how I greet 'em
First I beat 'em to they feeter
Might shoot 'em, might leak 'em
Funerals I might preach 'em
Right befo' I six feet 'em -
You already know the story bruh
Call the coroner, this sucker dead meat
I ain't never scared pussy nigga
I just dead beef
Eat it like Angus, 50 caliber
Knock a plug out your anus
If I aim higher leave
Yo' monkey-ass brainless
Front page constitution
Damn I make a fuck nigga famous
Fuck nigga famous!
Now the call the governor
The mayor and the chief of the police
Tell 'em homicide is high ridin
I'm back on they street
Then, call the traffic gangstas and
The suckers talkin lip
Tell 'em bang bang bang if
A nigga speak on TIP
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
I thought
Better go on with that bullshit
We know you ain't doin shit
Walkin round, talkin loud
Still ain't got into it yet
We be on that hood shit
You know how we do a bitch
Nigga walk up to a bitch
Nigga tell 'em you a bitch aye you flaw
(you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
Aye, aye you flaw
(you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
Aye, I was the nigga with the tool out
Right in front the schoolhouse
Then the bigger nigga fail assassin
What it do now? Catch him let him have it
Nigga best be glad I cooled down
A fool wit it, hit a nigga hood
Make him move out
Yeah, nigga know it ain't no hoein' us
Try Thursday night and Friday shit
Just go to blowin up
Better catch a cut on that box
Chevy go to showin up
Sho' 'nuff we at your do' and on
Ya ass soon as it open up
Nigga twice as old as us
Knew we was 'bout that action too
Up and down the avenue, walkin wit a attitude
Try whoever ready for whatever
It don't matter dude
Best be on your P's and Q's
Cause never know what Cap'll do
He cap a nigga on the news, he a fool wit it
Nowadays it's different
I don't understand how dude kick it
Computer gooning
Makin threats over the internet
Talkin 'bout what you gon' do and
You ain't did it yet!
Yeah that's what I thought
And that's what I was thinkin
You know Boney be on point
Especially when I'm drinkin
I play a hater smooth to the left side
Pimpin off of Westside
And I don't take light to
All the square types, i'm 'bout mine
Stomp a nigga ass like I'm
Tryna make some red wine
Be all on yo' ass like a canine, rewind
I start to bring the fists out
Then I brought the pistols out
Runnin through the spot
You done brought the brown niggas out
Finger itchin now
Should you get the bigger picture now
I won't allow
A hater to get raw I will air him out
Think about
Every single thing that you care about
Stare down the barrel of my bad news carrier
The more the merrier
A group of suckers watch me tear 'em up
The boss said hurry up
While I go crank the McClaren up
You haters scared of us
Cause we known to make a cherry bust
You not prepared for us
We done came into yo' area
Killer Killer from the villa
Westside go-rilla go realer than these
Country-ass monkey-ass niggas
These funky-ass niggas
Asswipe how I treat 'em
Fuck nigga how I greet 'em
First I beat 'em to they feeter
Might shoot 'em, might leak 'em
Funerals I might preach 'em
Right befo' I six feet 'em -
You already know the story bruh
Call the coroner, this sucker dead meat
I ain't never scared pussy nigga
I just dead beef
Eat it like Angus, 50 caliber
Knock a plug out your anus
If I aim higher leave
Yo' monkey-ass brainless
Front page constitution
Damn I make a fuck nigga famous
Fuck nigga famous!
Now the call the governor
The mayor and the chief of the police
Tell 'em homicide is high ridin
I'm back on they street
Then, call the traffic gangstas and
The suckers talkin lip
Tell 'em bang bang bang if
A nigga speak on TIP