Thots Lyrics

[Intro: Mia Gladstone]
Uh, uh, bbno$
Oh, oh, oh-oh, ooh

[Chorus: bbno$]
Real shit, f*ck a deal shit
Bank went empty yeah like
Real place, she's lookin' real thick
I need a real trick
Real shit, you need a real grip
I need the real shit
Real shit, I'm on some real shit
I'm on some real shit
Thots
Man these girls are all up on my mind, I need some racks (Racks)
Ten toes on the ground at all times, I do not relax ('lax)
People from my uni 'bout to know I make them tracks
It's been like six months now, I need six more around my back

[Verse 1: bbno$]
Small wrist, big nerf, I got shit to do
With your bitch and her friend, I got plenty room
Volunteered chap, baby heart is open boo
Steady shit and I'm smart, what would you assume
She give me top
I tell her stop, and I don't want another
Think about the paper spent
I'm sorry that I'm slackin' rent
I put my city on my back
I'm tryna stack some racks
I do not slack, I do not slack
I have no need to compensate
[Interlude: Mia Gladstone]
Say you got 'em racks so come and spend that shit on me
Louie V the bag and I got gold up on my teeth
Was lookin' to the man and they found out it was a she
You girls so cold I light a fire then I freeze

[Chorus: bbno$ & Mia Gladstone]
Real shit, f*ck a deal shit
Bank went empty yeah like
Real place, she's lookin' real thick
I need a real trick
Real shit, you need a real grip I need the real shit
Real shit, I'm on some real shit
I'm on some real shit
Thots
Man these girls are all up on my mind, I need some racks (Need some racks)
Ten toes on the ground at all times, I do not relax ('lax)
People from my uni 'bout to know I make them tracks (Make them tracks, yeah)
It's been like six months now, I need six more around my back

[Interlude: Mia Gladstone]
Say you got 'em bands so come and spent that shit on me (Ayy)
Gucci on my bag, that f'in gold up on my teeth (Teeth)
Was lookin' to the man and they found out it was a she (She)
Mia G so cool, walk in the room and feel the breeze
[Verse 2: Mia Gladstone]
Throw me out, take me down
Momma's home so don't be loud
Come on baby, stand back up
And sweep me off the f*ckin' ground
Cause you be sayin' way too much
Like bitches only f*ck for lust
So how the f*ck you feel when I'm on top and you're a f*ckin' scrub

[Chorus: bbno$]
Real shit, f*ck a deal shit
Bank went empty yeah like
Real place, she's lookin' real thick
I need a real trick
Real shit, you need a real grip
I need the real shit
Real shit, I'm on some real shit
I'm on some real shit
Thots
Man these girls are all up on my mind, I need some racks
Ten toes on the ground at all times, I do not relax
People from my uni 'bout to know I make them tracks
It's been like six months now, I need six more around my back

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