THAMESLINK Songtext
von Proph

Ask bout PR
Thet know where we are
I′m in London Town like the Thameslink
I love my bro's like I love my bad ones
And the both of them want extensions
Cast on me like I′m Michael Jack but I'm in the hood like V12 engines
Turnt Down a quarter M cah just like mummy I'm real independent

Don′t get me started, coz I gotta end it
Don′t give a fuck bout offending
Ain't got the memo lil nigga it′s pending
I do not talk on the street ties I'm tryna blow up
And leave out the trenches
But you niggas act like my thick one
Making up shit and your still tryna blend in


Don′t talk like man if you ain't popping like this
It′s God's plan honey why I got it like this
You don't see what I see? You are not on my clique
I feel like skeppy in 02 suttin
Fuck nigga don′t think that I owe u suttin
Don′t even try hop out n push a lil P
U niggas must think that we live in cool running

My D cup shorty too pushy
I'm a rockstar baby don′t push me
Shit l dont even like that nigga
But my daddy ain't raise no pussy

They were saying lil P how could he
Should′ve sticked to the rap now should he?

Man I'm top three rappers in the country
Still might sing to ur girl like A Boogie

Ask bout PR
They know where we are
I′m in London Town like the Thameslink
I love my bro's like I love my bad ones
And the both of them want extensions
Cast on me like I'm Michael Jack but I′m in the hood like V12 engines
Turnt Down a quarter M cah just like mummy I′m real in—


Young boy don't ask what I′m on bro
LTD if I tear out the envelope
She got a batty I think she from Congo
Ain't fucking I delete the convo
JB got a bag with a long nose
Seen that boy switch and don′t mean his console
I love this shorty we don't get along though
Tell- go fuck up her monzo

Last night had my mouth on her thong tho
Combo drum that shit like a bongo
2 hand on her waist a stronghold
Slap reverse n I′m back in it pronto
Old PR weren't pulling em in
But my new tings ain't too shabby(Xabi) Alonso
Fine one she don′t how the game go
Hey ho bet she gone know how my song go

Hmm
Yeah, look

I got something for your waist uh huh
Face card giving me face uh huh
Harlem man hit it and shake uh huh

Still got one in LA uh huh
Fine boy can′t cover my face uh huh
Badman might tun up the place uh huh