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quin nfn - thotiana lyrics
[verse]
in the party and i’m sticked up
put a c-ck on the glock
see a opp, he get picked up
like a jacket, he get zipped up
i be in the hood with my n-gg-s tryna smoke sh-t, chris tuck’
you ain’t got a bag, oh well
course i get the cheese and dip, like rotel
pull up on him, choppers ring his sh-t, like doorbell
and please don’t think it’s sweet, this not a hotel
they like how i’m reppin’ and step in balenciaga
pull up with that weapon and stretch him out like a collar
d-ck up on this nina, that’s curry and iguodala
and she gon give me top while i’m droppin’ the topiana
n-gg- want some problems, i’m poppin’ the glockiana
and b-tch i keep a fan, but i promise i’m not kitana
we got russian choppers equipped with a stockiana
and that lil’ b-tch a skeezer, she after my guapiana
i go to the lot and i gotta cop me a beamer
vvs my rocks, they’ll flood this spot, like katrina
i just seen your thot, she tryna give me procedure
i can’t trust a b-tch ’cause they burning like jalapeno
and i gotta feed the fam, that’s a must, n-gg-
treat him like soda, get popped when i crush, n-gg-
can’t lack for a b-tch, got the glock when i f-ck, n-gg-
gold diggin’ b-tch, got finessed by a gut digger
never want some smoke with us, stop playing
cause i be with them sticks and them drummers, like rock band
pull up on your b-tch, she said “n-gg- you got, you pants?”
i came over here to f-ck and you know it, so stop playing
i’ma hit your line a lil’ later, you got plans?
and b-tch i got a pole, you can hit your lil’ thot dance
i know you wanna f-ck ’cause you heard i got bands
but you can’t get a penny, lil b-tch and i’m not playing
ay, i came over with a rubber, tryna f-ck something
you ain’t tryna f-ck nothing, then don’t touch nothing
take her out the hood and put her back ’cause she ain’t worth nothing
nina got -ss, see a opp and she twerk something
bust down, thotiana
ay, ay, i wanna see you drop b-tch
your baby daddy on some opp sh-t
hope he don’t play the wrong way, like some grease, we gon pop sh-t
hit his -ss with the glock, b-tch
that lil’ n-gg- amateur, treat him like a janitor and mop sh-t
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