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THOUGHT SO! (ft. 3AMCADE)

  1. Chorus (Me):
  2.  
  3. Bitch, you wantin' smoke or no? Hoe, I thought so!
  4.  
  5. Glocky on me, turn his ass cold, get out my spot, hoe!
  6.  
  7. Walk in, makin' bitches fold, samples at a Costco!
  8.  
  9. Hoe, gotta put your ass on hold, you ain't got no
  10.  
  11. Bitch, you wantin' smoke or no? Hoe, I thought so!
  12.  
  13. Spin his ass 'round and 'round 'til he drops, hoe!
  14.  
  15. I walked in with the stick, fuck a bitch up, I topped hoes!
  16.  
  17. We gon' top his fuckin' melon, bitch, we thought so!
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  19.  
  20.  
  21. Verse 1 (3AMCADE, yes he's black):
  22.  
  23. Bitch, it's 3am, it's 3am, no, we can't make amends
  24.  
  25. I'm free again, this bitch wanna see me again
  26.  
  27. I told that bitch, "Fuck bein' friends" I need the M's
  28.  
  29. Nigga, I really need the M's, I need to free my friends
  30.  
  31. She needy like she Ariana, always keepin' M's
  32.  
  33. Why she keepin' secrets? Feel like Amber Freeman, man
  34.  
  35. Killed my own best friend right here at 3am
  36.  
  37. 3AMCADE on this beat, nigga, you're dead meat, my friend
  38.  
  39. And I'm cryin' in the club, she left me on seen, on read
  40.  
  41. And I wonder who the fuck I'll be again
  42.  
  43. She fucked me up, bitch, I'm needin' M's
  44.  
  45. I done fuckin' got high off the weed again (the weed again, ooh)
  46.  
  47. And she fucked up, she hate the idea of me bein' friends
  48.  
  49. With her, with her, with her, with her
  50.  
  51. Why you bitter? We was pullin' triggers
  52.  
  53. Shootin' at gold diggers, I hate hoes, I'm bitter
  54.  
  55. These bitches get disfigured, I leave his faggot ass disfigured
  56.  
  57. You don't want smoke? Ho, I figured
  58.  
  59. Got this dough, oh, I'm stacked up for the winter
  60.  
  61. Time to hibernate, ate all this cash, bitch, I fade away
  62.  
  63. She got me mad, who am I gon' shoot today?
  64.  
  65. She better call a cab 'fore she gets shot today
  66.  
  67. She been in my face, I might just catch a fuckin' case
  68.  
  69. All this cash I'm gonna make, all these fuckboys in my face
  70.  
  71. Said she wanna fuck, I said, "Okay"
  72.  
  73. Now we fuckin' in the basement of her mother's house
  74.  
  75. Her dad fuckin' hates me, that's some shit I do not care about
  76.  
  77. She said, "Baby, you drive me crazy" bitch, you can't go without
  78.  
  79. And them niggas, they so lazy, vision hazy, hands all on her blouse
  80.  
  81. I said I was workin', my money dance, yea, it be twerkin'
  82.  
  83. Fuck 'em up, yea, you deserve this, poppin' hoes, I bought you Birkin
  84.  
  85. You don't want smoke? I thought so, ho, you're my servant
  86.  
  87. We drop shit, then we pop shit, I got chips, but you're not him
  88.  
  89. I popped him then dropped him, we clocked him, cops caught him
  90.  
  91. God got him, walk in and then we went and fuckin' shot him
  92.  
  93. Red dot shit, headlocking, bitch, we deadlockin'
  94.  
  95. Dreadlockin' these hoes, dread on my mind, rasta shit
  96.  
  97. You really think you won this shit?
  98.  
  99. Now she mad 'bout all this shit
  100.  
  101. Make 'em tweak just by walking in
  102.  
  103. Moccasins, whatchu want? I got all of it
  104.  
  105. And she mad as fuck 'cause I'm all in this
  106.  
  107. Call up boy Allen, he bring the Glocks with him
  108.  
  109. We got the Glocks and shit, we done shot his bitch
  110.  
  111. Feel like Drako, got the Draco on me, we poppin' shit
  112.  
  113. Ooh, we droppin' shit, hey, nigga, you want this shit?
  114.  
  115. He scared of all this smoke, choppa make 'em choke
  116.  
  117. And bitches think this a joke, no, with the guns that we tote, oh oh
  118.  
  119.  
  120.  
  121. Chorus (Me):
  122.  
  123. Bitch, you wantin' smoke or no? Hoe, I thought so!
  124.  
  125. Glocky on me, turn his ass cold, get out my spot, hoe!
  126.  
  127. Walk in, makin' bitches fold, samples at a Costco!
  128.  
  129. Hoe, gotta put your ass on hold, you ain't got no
  130.  
  131. Bitch, you wantin' smoke or no? Hoe, I thought so!
  132.  
  133. Spin his ass 'round and 'round 'til he drops, hoe!
  134.  
  135. I walked in with the stick, fuck a bitch up, I topped hoes!
  136.  
  137. We gon' top his fuckin' melon, bitch, we thought so!
  138.  
  139.  
  140.  
  141. Verse 2 (Me):
  142.  
  143. Diamonds be fuckin' shiny as fuck, it radiant
  144.  
  145. These bitches in my face but they never ever facin' shit
  146.  
  147. I make this hoe hot like a fuckin' boilin' pot when I'm takin' shit
  148.  
  149. That's mine, not yours, lil' bitch, start facin' it
  150.  
  151. And she been in my DMs, can't look me in my face and shit
  152.  
  153. And I think I fucked up, I know that, stop remindin' me
  154.  
  155. And my diamonds, they shiny as shiny be
  156.  
  157. And these hoes they wanna fuckin' keep fightin' me
  158.  
  159. Lightning be strikin' me, these bitches be dyin' easily
  160.  
  161. And these hoes, the way you all be treatin' me
  162.  
  163. You can fuck off with that fake shit, baby, your mama give head decently
  164.  
  165. Said she loved me, yeah, she said it so needily
  166.  
  167. She as needy as needy be, killed that fake hoe easily
  168.  
  169. I know God watch over me, he do that shit frequently
  170.  
  171. Speedily got the Glock tote, show some decency
  172.  
  173. Low frequency, bitch hoe wanna live peacefully
  174.  
  175. Is that peace I see? My money fat, it's obesity
  176.  
  177. These bitches yellow, Verity, fuck him up, kill them all evenly
  178.  
  179. Bugs in my room, I'm a God, hoe, I'm a deity
  180.  
  181. She wanna have sex with me in Italy, ooh ooh ooh
  182.  
  183. She do that shit repeatedly, bought a Glock illegally
  184.  
  185. Shoot at hoes, conveniently, why she always doin' that secrecy?
  186.  
  187. Fucked up, no, we can't live all equally
  188.  
  189. I fucking lost my mama, so recently
  190.  
  191. That bitch think she gon' win, she not, let the people see
  192.  
  193. Seasonally, drizzle that shit unevenly, needlessly
  194.  
  195. Nosy fuck hoes, yeah ah, she do what I say obediently
  196.  
  197. And I know that nowadays nobody gets treated decently
  198.  
  199. Fuck hoes up, hoe, I do it so gleefully
  200.  
  201. She want my soul, my soul to keep, secrets she keeps from me
  202.  
  203. And she wantin' my money, she want it greedily
  204.  
  205. 03 Greedo shit, yeah, she starin' at me dreamily
  206.  
  207. She know she can't fuckin' be with me
  208.  
  209. Love the way she look at me sleepily
  210.  
  211. I blend in with these hoes so seamlessly
  212.  
  213. Tell me whatchu want, I can get it for you, teasingly
  214.  
  215. These hoes wantin' me dead I allow that shit leniently
  216.  
  217. Leniency, fuck off yeah ah, screamin' obscenities
  218.  
  219. At me and my gang, bitch, you ain't do shit sneakily
  220.  
  221. And we gon' shoot your ass we do it breezily
  222.  
  223. This bitch so mad that we killed her ass lethally
  224.  
  225. And I be tauntin' hoes, I be tauntin' 'em evilly
  226.  
  227. I bought my bitch some clothes, 'long as she don't feast on me
  228.  
  229. She gon' have a feast wit' me, I brought the beasts with me
  230.  
  231. What do you see in me? Do you even believe in me?
  232.  
  233. Nobody be believin' me, I stare at the scenary
  234.  
  235. Got the VVS, bitch, you hoes ain't peepin' me
  236.  
  237.  
  238.  
  239. Chorus (3AMCADE, yes he's black):
  240.  
  241. Bitch, you wantin' smoke or no? Hoe, I thought so!
  242.  
  243. This bitch gettin' old, shine like gold, walk in with a crossbow
  244.  
  245. Walk in with the fuckin' blicky, put his ass on hold
  246.  
  247. Hoe, gotta put your ass odwn, you've been brought low
  248.  
  249. Bitch, you wantin' smoke or no? Hoe, I thought so!
  250.  
  251. Spin him like a fuckin' beast, put my dick in your jaws, hoe
  252.  
  253. I walked in with my new bitch, you all know
  254.  
  255. We gon' top his motherfuckin' melons, hoe, we thought so

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