Thirsty Songtext
von Privaledge

Told you I′m back

They thought I'd give up, I′d never do that, I'm better than that
I only go forward, no setting me, wait, we know that you fake
We all talked about it, we sat at the table
You talk like you puttin' your niggas on cake
But you don′t even hit them niggas up for they birthday

End up at the strip club on Thursday
God flow, let me help you ′cause you thirsty

You gon' need a smart water in your Merce′

They gon' run into you when they on they worst day

Got you quiet all the sudden on a church day

They been shooting down dreams since the first day

I was out here in the field like it′s Earth Day
They wanna see us locked down, that's a no, sir

I hit the corner, threw it up, she say, "Okay"

You stupid, boy, I got a super girl and I′m super, boy
My Arizona chick hit me on the Cricket
You already know I make stupid noise


We got mad rolls, I got stupid toys
So they salute the boy, I go ruthless, boy
Thought I told you this, it's like déjà vu
She know danger too, I let her scoop the boy
Take me to the stu', pull up like skrrt
Summertime, why they keep falling out your shirt?
I done had them chocolate jawns way before dessert
Praying for my granddaddy while I′m mashing out the purp′

Still hit the pussy from an angle on my Kurt
Like you had too much to drink, mess around, leave you hurt
Your man keep trippin', tell him you don′t want the luggage
I be leaving out of town, you can meet me on the first

Yeah, I'm tired of these trifling-ass hoes, they ain′t nothin' like me
And why we keep talking ′bout that nigga? He ain't nothin' like me
I remember when she used to try to play me, she ain′t even like me
Now she see a nigga getting money, acting like she like me, ayy

I′m three-quarters faded, these rappers be dated
I'm under a palm tree, you know I be shaded

My bitch is X-rated, she talk like she made it
It′s nothing to kiss it as long as she shave it
I walk in that bitch with my confidence high
Why they keep talking foul? They can scroll down and save it


I'm still blowing up, all my haters deflated
They hated too soon, man, they should′ve just waited
I'm looking for a jawn like Amber Rose
I been trapping in the cold, young nigga rapping to his goals
They ain′t never seen it happen 'til I showed
I be in the studio all night, busy macking to these hoes
What you know? Gotta get low
My niggas got no picks, nappy-ass fro

Can't respect a female, out here being Joe
Fucking on that man, still tryna call him bro

I ain′t tryna judge, I just wanna help you grow
Told myself I′ma tell the truth if I'm gon′ flow
W's, no ties, interviews came slow
This for my Carolina niggas who already know
They see me and call me Bo
I′m dealing with real life

Me and Zay Ball riding dirty with the four
357'Ll tag you before they get to your toe
I wasn′t tryna be gangster, I was tryna be a pro

I'm tired of these trifling-ass hoes, they ain't nothin′ like me
And why we keep talking ′bout that nigga? He ain't nothin′ like me
I remember when she used to try to play me, she ain't even like me
Now she see a nigga getting money, acting like she like me, ayy