CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : THURSDAY NIGHT
Aye, aye, smokin' my sh*t like i'm snoop
Aye, high with a b*t*h on her room
Aye, cup I sip fill with the shrooms
What ? huh ?
She reaally want to wear my boots
Aye, say my feet cool with a swoosh
Aye, that's what I use for a boost
North squad doin' a show, boutta stealin' your b*t*h
Ho, why your mans mouth like a b*t*h ?
Hollatme and all my clique
All that he do is just tell
I know he never treat you well
Boutta call my indon balle
Made the night turn into red
Wine, before you and I got end into bed
Saw all those d**k tryna' hit your chat
F**kin' junkies always smokes crack
She's on my d**k, swag
See all that indon, wack
Oz still countin' the stacks
Remember, I never do crack
Yuh yuh
Wait, mane, wait
Let me say somethin'
OZ in this b*t*h, kno' I'm sayin
F**k yall f**kboys, mane
North squad in this b*t*h, kno' I'm sayin
If yall play with my sh*t, I'm gonna rip your mothaf**kin a** and burn it to your aunty stove, mane
Oh, sh*t, I recordin' in hell right now
Yo, can you gimme a drink, mane ?
I'm f**kin thirsty as hell
And, oh yeah, can you turn the muf**kin air conditioner, mane ?
It's f**kin hot as hell, mane
Damn
Aight nicee
Now, listen
Aye, aye, I'll be on my own, b*t*h
I'm the best on this, b*t*h
I don't need no label, b*t*h
Aye, aye, young OZ, b*t*h
On your thottie b*t*h
Suck her t**ties, b*t*h
Aye, aye, she say she like me cause tats on my arms
Pet all this b*t*h, build a farm
Kill those rappers in a mosh
Aye, fight the demon and he lost
Call me young OZ the boss
I got hella sauce
B*t*h, I'm santa clause
Aye, high with a b*t*h on her room
Aye, cup I sip fill with the shrooms
What ? huh ?
She reaally want to wear my boots
Aye, say my feet cool with a swoosh
Aye, that's what I use for a boost
North squad doin' a show, boutta stealin' your b*t*h
Ho, why your mans mouth like a b*t*h ?
Hollatme and all my clique
All that he do is just tell
I know he never treat you well
Boutta call my indon balle
Made the night turn into red
Wine, before you and I got end into bed
Saw all those d**k tryna' hit your chat
F**kin' junkies always smokes crack
She's on my d**k, swag
See all that indon, wack
Oz still countin' the stacks
Remember, I never do crack
Yuh yuh
Wait, mane, wait
Let me say somethin'
OZ in this b*t*h, kno' I'm sayin
F**k yall f**kboys, mane
North squad in this b*t*h, kno' I'm sayin
If yall play with my sh*t, I'm gonna rip your mothaf**kin a** and burn it to your aunty stove, mane
Oh, sh*t, I recordin' in hell right now
Yo, can you gimme a drink, mane ?
I'm f**kin thirsty as hell
And, oh yeah, can you turn the muf**kin air conditioner, mane ?
It's f**kin hot as hell, mane
Damn
Aight nicee
Now, listen
Aye, aye, I'll be on my own, b*t*h
I'm the best on this, b*t*h
I don't need no label, b*t*h
Aye, aye, young OZ, b*t*h
On your thottie b*t*h
Suck her t**ties, b*t*h
Aye, aye, she say she like me cause tats on my arms
Pet all this b*t*h, build a farm
Kill those rappers in a mosh
Aye, fight the demon and he lost
Call me young OZ the boss
I got hella sauce
B*t*h, I'm santa clause
