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thigh highs! - wilo$ (rapper) lyrics

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[intro]
$upreme, you’re a b*tch

[chorus: slxrppy, mannyily]
you got thigh highs, b*tch let me put you down
i’ma fall on yo’ b*tch, then i pin her to the ground
don’t give two sh*ts, lil’ b*tch you a clown
i’ma keep my money up and leave my opps down
so b*tch, tell me, why the f*ck you playin’ games?
i’ma f*ck your b*tch while i’m doing cocaine
got glocks on me, yeah i feel like lil wayne
talking on the f*cking game, put yo’ ass to shame
manny really talking, i’ma pull up with a mac
making h*lla money, i be getting to the stack
i’ma eat your b*tch like a midnight snack
if you wanna talk down, i’ma pull up with a gat
don’t say sh*t, p*ssy boy you’re a rat
i don’t say sh*t ’cause i’m running to the bag
got a choppa on me, i’ma hit your sh*t back
if you wanna talk about me then that boy getting smacked

[verse: wilo$]
yeah that f*ck boy, gеt smacked, shorty look just like a snack
eating up that p*ssy, nah just playin’, i’m a rookie
but that shorty smooth likе [?], their like wilo$ f*ckin’ [?]
yeah we finna make a movie, know this finna be a groupie
b*tch is always acting moody, yeah she givin’ sloppy toppy
pull up in the maserati, know my homies f*ckin’ got me
yeah we drippin’ like tsunami, 2d b*tches acting dummy
itty bitty f*ckin’ titties while i’m countin’ up these fifties
got these thotties f*ckin’ giddy, from the back you know i hit it
this a motherf*ckin’ year, yeah we drivin’ through the city
know we finna hit a milly, yeah, ain’t talking bout no rock
and she sucking on my what, keep your f*ckin’ mouth shut
yeah that shorty h*lla fine, yeah she finna make me nut
p*ssy boy, talking sh*t, always acting like you tough
yeah these shorties tryna cuff, like i finna have enough
lookin’ towards her waist and i f*ckin’ realise
[chorus: slxrppy, mannyily]
you got thigh highs, b*tch let me put you down
i’ma fall on yo’ b*tch, then i pin her to the ground
don’t give two sh*ts, lil’ b*tch you a clown
i’ma keep my money up and leave my opps down
so b*tch, tell me, why the f*ck you playin’ games?
i’ma f*ck your b*tch while i’m doing cocaine
got glocks on me, yeah i feel like lil wayne
talking on the f*cking game, put yo’ ass to shame
manny really talking, i’ma pull up with a mac
making h*lla money, i be getting to the stack
i’ma eat your b*tch like a midnight snack
if you wanna talk down, i’ma pull up with a gat
don’t say sh*t, p*ssy boy you’re a rat
i don’t say sh*t ’cause i’m running to the bag
got a choppa on me, i’ma hit your sh*t back
if you wanna talk about me then that boy getting smacked

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