Thoughts Songtext
von Dae Dae

Wash your hands on that bullshit
Life, shit goes on bro
She′s just a thot, she's just a thot

You ever thought about killing?
You ever thought about dealing with niggas that
Ain′t even supposed to be in your business?
You ever thought about splitting that
Pie with niggas you ain't even feeling?
You ever thought about what it be to pass
When you're fucking all them bitches?
You ever think about drinking and driving with that glizzy?
Second phone going crazy, ring, ring, ring, ring
Baby mama going crazy, bitching bout these bitches
I tried to make him a part, but these niggas didn′t listen
Either you gon′ starve or stay down with the kids


Never listen to that shit these niggas talking
Walk around with that Glock on me often
Talk of the town since last August
I got to buckle down, these shows is coming
And these hoes is coming
Dae Dae out the projects
No, Dae Dae out the projects
I'm the trending topic
This shit mean a lot
You don′t know how it feel
Twenty-four with five kids
Never let that slow me down
Stayed down with them now
You want them commas, go get that money
You spend a hundred just to get it back
I want it all, give me this and that
I want to ball, just me and my niggas
I want a loft in every city
No, I don't want to talk to no nigga
No, I ain′t got no problem with no nigga
I just thought about blamming this nigga

You ever thought about killing?
You ever thought about dealing with niggas that
Ain't even supposed to be in your business?
You ever thought about splitting that
Pie with niggas you ain′t even feeling?
You ever thought about what it be to pass
When you're fucking all them bitches?
You ever think about drinking and driving with that glizzy?
Second phone going crazy, ring, ring, ring, ring
Baby mama going crazy, bitching bout these bitches
I tried to make him a part, but these niggas didn't listen
Either you gon′ starve or stay down with the kids


I did the deal with
It been real ever since
Yeah, you heard it in my lips
That I do this for my children
I done lost birds in the ceiling
But I got heard in the city
Cause I grind every minute
Every time that I admit it
They never believed in me
They act like they seen it in me, but believe me
This shit here was all a dream
If you listen to my music, you a part of me
Dae Dae born star, homie
Struggle real
These tears is real
The diamonds are real too
Yeah, I′m up for real
I never look at my comments
I know they hating on cuz
I thought about it, now I know I'm tripping
You never showed no love

You ever thought about killing?
You ever thought about dealing with niggas that
Ain′t even supposed to be in your business?
You ever thought about splitting that
Pie with niggas you ain't even feeling?
You ever thought about what it be to pass
When you′re fucking all them bitches?
You ever think about drinking and driving with that glizzy?
Second phone going crazy, ring, ring, ring, ring
Baby mama going crazy, bitching bout these bitches
I tried to make him a part, but these niggas didn't listen
Either you gon′ starve or stay down with the kids