Tim Chantarangsu - Throw 'em Out lyrics
[Tim Chantarangsu - Throw 'em Out lyrics]
Pick, pick, pick, 'em up and throw 'em out
Pick, pick, pick, 'em up and throw 'em out
Pick, pick, pick, 'em up and throw 'em out
Grab em off the floor till the door
And then I'm a show them out
I'm a cold blooded, reptile spit vile, venom
When im the mall the ladies get WILD!
No camera's
So glamorous haters stare at me but
To them I just smile
I'm a simple man, I like simple things
Give me a big booty bxtch
And some chicken wings
If you sick then, I'm in a histamine
So fresh when I'm spitting, Listerine
I'm quick with the kill, no suffering
My chicks got DSL's, no buffering
I'm raw with the sex game, no covering
And after I skeet then I sleep, no cuddling
I got more bars than Wonka do
Make moves and shock people like Blanka do
They say Hip hop is dead that's impossible
Cuz I’m a trash man I know what I gotta do!
So I just
I'm a monster, I’m a beast, I’m a "G"
To say the least
Midi mafia, gimme beats, lay em down
And then I feast
My pockets chubby, call em Jack black
Im like fxck every rapper, Kat stacks
I tell the haters, get off my nap sack
Or I'll just do like my cap and just snapback
King Koopa, my flow is boss
I’m a star with my craft
So the pro's get tossed
I'm out with a your chick eating stroganoff
You at home with your dxck
You just stroking off
I get more vag's than playboy mag's
I’m a man I give a fxck
About a pretty boy swag
See me on the block and
They know that boy bad
So I'm taking out the trash and
Throw em in the bag
Pick, pick, pick, 'em up and throw 'em out
Pick, pick, pick, 'em up and throw 'em out
Grab em off the floor till the door
And then I'm a show them out
I'm a cold blooded, reptile spit vile, venom
When im the mall the ladies get WILD!
No camera's
So glamorous haters stare at me but
To them I just smile
I'm a simple man, I like simple things
Give me a big booty bxtch
And some chicken wings
If you sick then, I'm in a histamine
So fresh when I'm spitting, Listerine
I'm quick with the kill, no suffering
My chicks got DSL's, no buffering
I'm raw with the sex game, no covering
And after I skeet then I sleep, no cuddling
I got more bars than Wonka do
Make moves and shock people like Blanka do
They say Hip hop is dead that's impossible
Cuz I’m a trash man I know what I gotta do!
So I just
I'm a monster, I’m a beast, I’m a "G"
To say the least
Midi mafia, gimme beats, lay em down
And then I feast
My pockets chubby, call em Jack black
Im like fxck every rapper, Kat stacks
I tell the haters, get off my nap sack
Or I'll just do like my cap and just snapback
King Koopa, my flow is boss
I’m a star with my craft
So the pro's get tossed
I'm out with a your chick eating stroganoff
You at home with your dxck
You just stroking off
I get more vag's than playboy mag's
I’m a man I give a fxck
About a pretty boy swag
See me on the block and
They know that boy bad
So I'm taking out the trash and
Throw em in the bag