CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Noah Vs. Thicc King (Interlude)
Yeah you know, you know what's good, I'm Indian you know
You might be Thicc but you ain't no King
You really think you can f**k with me?
Noah J V is the f**king OG
Try me once, then you'll see
Deep voice, sounds like you're swallowing d**k
No ass, but you still call yourself Thicc
One song on Spotify, nobody's listenin
Beat you like a stepson need some discipline
Crying all alone, I think I hear Marvin's Room
Pathetic ass baby, straight out the womb
No friends, no girls, and you're still a virgin
Smell like ass too, I think you need detergent (pee yew)
Sheesh... He just did you dirty Thicc. What you gonna do about it homie? You ready? Alright bro now's your chance. Let's go
Aight I'm ready
Single for 5 months but you still ain't got no pu**y
Struck out homie, what a f**king rookie
Hand in the jar and you ain't got no cookie
Might as wеll settle for some mothеrf**kin footsie
Skinny ass b*t*h, go and hit the weight room
I can see your ribs and it's looking like barbecue
Tryna get some food eat the chip on that shoulder
Shot you with my gun and put it in my holster
Height is your only personality trait
That and no pu**y hmm correlates
Ever think about being quiet sometimes?
Come on homie, read between the lines (ayyy)
You might be Thicc but you ain't no King
You really think you can f**k with me?
Noah J V is the f**king OG
Try me once, then you'll see
Deep voice, sounds like you're swallowing d**k
No ass, but you still call yourself Thicc
One song on Spotify, nobody's listenin
Beat you like a stepson need some discipline
Crying all alone, I think I hear Marvin's Room
Pathetic ass baby, straight out the womb
No friends, no girls, and you're still a virgin
Smell like ass too, I think you need detergent (pee yew)
Sheesh... He just did you dirty Thicc. What you gonna do about it homie? You ready? Alright bro now's your chance. Let's go
Aight I'm ready
Single for 5 months but you still ain't got no pu**y
Struck out homie, what a f**king rookie
Hand in the jar and you ain't got no cookie
Might as wеll settle for some mothеrf**kin footsie
Skinny ass b*t*h, go and hit the weight room
I can see your ribs and it's looking like barbecue
Tryna get some food eat the chip on that shoulder
Shot you with my gun and put it in my holster
Height is your only personality trait
That and no pu**y hmm correlates
Ever think about being quiet sometimes?
Come on homie, read between the lines (ayyy)
