1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Busta Rhymes, Smino - thanksgivin

1999 WRITE THE FUTURE - hella (˃̣̣̥╭╮˂̣̣̥) ✧ ♡ ‧º·˚ album out now:  1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Busta Rhymes, Smino - thanksgivin - [LYRICS] Okay Uh-huh Less get it She love to get drunk Take off ha feelins She love to get drunk Take off ha feelins She love to get drunk Take off ha feelins Da cook up Look like Thanksgiving Da flour rolled up Get fried count chicken Phenomenal bitch Greased up Coconut oil On ha neck back Legs thigh ass titties Da briefcase stuffed up Skr8 bidness today I got pull up 2 MoTown wit New tape I’m ‘bouta boot up My hometown Himalous package Pussy got backspaced I deleted the mattress Tight like cuddling In a cullinin Shawty gave me cunniling Couldn’t believe it Lil buss down Call ha my shuttle queen Told me she do anything And I’mma need it I had a thought I had a thought Another light bulb Da reason it’s raw Is cause I cook it wit my eye closed Da Louis Vuitton Be my pajama dey my night clothes Me n my breddas We stick to getta like a Group home Brand new parellis I ride around lookin fa new hoes She told me nail it Lucky for her I gotta hammer hammer And when bam her dey sound way out n Alabama N**** I’m talented Okay Uh-huh Less get it She love to get drunk Take off ha feelins She love to get drunk Take off ha feelins She love to get drunk Take off ha feelins Da cook up Look like Thanksgiving Da flour rolled up Get fried count chicken Phenomenal bitch Greased up Coconut oil On ha neck back Legs thigh ass titties Now I’m taking over everything like that’s my calling Wake up in pussy like beautiful Sunday mornings (Sunday mornings) Now we swimming in the money, like a line of dolphins (line of dolphins) Prepare for the killing, please line up the coffins Think we playing motherfucker Y’all n**** really think shit funny Pop you in yo shit brother Y’all n***** better make room for the money Y’all already know when I pull up I’m coming and I’m shaking the building or something Y’all n*****’ll pull up and y’all really be faking and fronting Throw a hood up you ain’t from and get ya life taken for nothing That’s something you should’ve thought about like replacing a button And coming and pressing all you n***** in case you was stunting And shutting up everything because all my n**** we loving to fuck up your food Because my n***** is greedy and glutton Skip to my new while I hop diddy bop and I drop on you n***** (drop on you n*****) Fuck that flow I be shitting while I take it to the top on these n***** (to the top on these n*****) Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah now you all sound alike little n***** (alike little n*****) But when I do it yes I finesse it a little now I got it on lock little n***** (on lock little n*****) Bitch I give you new brand shit (new brand shit) Tell me what the fuck you wan do (what the fuck you wan do) I love to give you boom bap shit (boom bap shit) You ain’t know we do this too You better get to fucking with the realest side You against us if you ain’t with us n**** I suggest you n***** better run and hide Cause nothing else matter till we finish n**** (finish n****) Okay Uh-huh Less get it She love to get drunk Take off ha feelins She love to get drunk Take off ha feelins She love to get drunk Take off ha feelins Da cook up Look like Thanksgiving Da flour rolled up Get fried count chicken Phenomenal bitch Greased up Coconut oil On ha neck back Legs thigh ass titties Follow Busta Rhymes @bustarhymes Follow Smino @ Subscribe to 88rising Follow 88rising @88rising Join the community