paroles de chanson Thottee Tour Llif3 - R2rcam

Mister smooth
Mister, "who is them?"
Mister, push up-
Mister, pull up with them big ole rims
Mister, pull up with a hottie-
She got ass, but she still slim
Backshots, this bitch fattie
Late night link, she sending the addy
She call me daddy (I'm not her dad)
I'm not her pops
My ex is tryna spin like Booker T
I made that lil ho kick rocks
Know that I'm cap, I beat her back, fucked that ho out her socks
Who told that we getting married, you thought we was locked?

Didn't even wanna fuck, I want the top, ha
Thots, 'round the country wanna fuck
Pussy, wanna cut me? Try your luck
Froggy? Here a bungee, gon and jump
If you good you can stay round
In the hood, used to hear lot of gun sounds
Nigga pussy, got pressed and he skipped town
They done slept through, I bet they won't bet now
Tryna fit that lil ho in my schedule
Cuz she bad, so I'm tryna come spin 'round
Have my gang throw that muhfuckin' alley oop
You know that I'm slamming that shit down, let's go

Mister smooth
Mister, "who is them?"
Mister, push up-
Mister, pull up with them big ole rims
Mister, pull up with a hottie-
She got ass, but she still slim
Backshots, this bitch fattie
Late night link, she sending the addy

Imma pull up every time
Imma pull up smoking gas, not sipping wine
I hate when you nag and whine
How the fuck could I stop?
The thotties on go every time
I'm nonchalant baby no lie, I'm capricorn, that's just my sign
You cap a lot, that's your disguise, so on Halloween you'll be alright
I just pray when it's all over, you find you a way to see the damn light
I shine bright, I don't need no damn light

Mister smooth
Mister, "who is them?"
Mister, push up-
Mister, pull up with them big ole rims
Mister, pull up with a hottie-
She got ass, but she still slim
Backshots, this bitch fattie
Late night link, she sending the addy
She call me daddy (I'm not her dad)
I'm not her pops
My ex is tryna spin like Booker T
I made that lil ho kick rocks
Know that I'm cap, I beat her back, fucked that ho out her socks
Who told that we getting married, you thought we was locked?