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thorb - loot كلمات الأغنية

[intro: will ferrell & pearl]
i work too hard
can i just get two more weeks?
i want my money
you need to relax
you’re an assh0l_
nuh_huh
i want my money, b_tch!
hey, don’t call me ”b_tch”, i’m a grown man!
b_tch, b_tch, b_tch, b_tch
god, you’re mean…

[chorus: thorb]
b_tch, where the loot? everybody new
throw up in this motherf_cker, everybody move
everybody cute, everybody talk that sh_t
’til it’s real and i motherf_cking shoot
b_tch, where the loot? everybody new
throw up in this motherf_cker, everybody move
everybody cute, everybody talk that sh_t
’til it’s real and i motherf_cking shoot
b_tch, where the loot?

[verse 1: thorb]
i’m about to go and get it quick
i’m about to hit, man, everybody whiff
i’m about to focus on the talent, man
you motherf_ckers only wanna focus on a gift
man, i’m about to flip
i’m about to fly, man, i’m about to lift
highin’ like a shy guy, i don’t wanna dip
got ’em goin’ “bye_bye”, i don’t wanna b_tch
but one thing, who gonna suck my d_ck when i ice my wrist?
who gonna ride when i cop my whip?
who gonna buy when i drop my sh_t?
man, and mother f_ck time, i could watch that tick
yeah, and i don’t really talk ‘dough’
i’m a diamond in the rough
when it get a little tough, i ain’t ever gonna walk though
and whoa there, i don’t care to go there
i’m after what colbert like talk show
(diamond)

[bridge]
now who gonna take my rain, yeah?
who gonna take my pain, yeah?
who gonna know my name, yeah?
look, who gonna take my, you wanna take my
i wouldn’t fake my, you wanna break my
i wanna shake my, you wouldn’t wake my
how the f_ck you not gettin’ paid for this?

[verse 2: thorb]
i just elevate
what you want, a better mate?
motherf_cker, look
man, ain’t never get ahead of me
couldn’t out_word, out_verb, out_noun, out_letter me
probably need a felony
if they wanna get behind your bars, yeah
you don’t even know what they are, bars, yeah
and all i know is i’m about to take it to another f_ckin’ peak
if you peek, i’ma eat, take a seat, i’ma
i’ma out_rap
everybody callin’ everybody else wack
everybody lit ’til they f_ckin’ fell back
and everybody b_tch, tell me if you felt that
i’m a motherf_ckin’_, well, i don’t know man
everybody talk like i don’t know bands
really, i’ma talk like i don’t know mans
i don’t care ’bout spends, ya’ll really no fans
i’m a motherf_ckin’_
(diamond)

[verse 3: mark battles]
w_where the loot at?
all these haters storin’ shots? i’ma shoot back
yeah, the money blue and the coupé black
all the lies in your rhymes, bring the truth back
new plaques on the wall from a few tracks
two stacks, each bar that i do rap
fell off a little coming back, bih
just had to play the background, ad libs
used to want the cars and a fat crib
hundred shows, hit the road like jack did
i was posted on the block like shaq did
now i moved to the block where shaq live
had kids so i had to grind
all wars on you hoes like it’s babylon
every penny, nickle, dime, better hand me mine
she got m_b tatted on her pantie line
it’s grammy time, i want my award
yo, shout out to thorb
catch the wave, i’ll catch us some forbes
all praises, my lord
the vision was yours
now the mission’s restored
i’m just workin’ for less
and still wishin’ for more

- thorb

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