Lyrics:
a reliable source of light in the darkness. The credit for inventing the electric light bulb is often given to Thomas Edison, but the truth is that many
I went by the bar
A cigar in my hand, so they know I'm a star
On a par with the best, let them know who we are
Like a cookie jar, let me eat that
talk a slug outta snail
I could talk a chick out herself
Then give me that pussy, bitch!
Cash Money, Young Money dipset ho
Gangbang yo ass like a dispet
prepare for a dinner date
Escargot, slugs fresh up out the nickel plate, nigga…
Oh, Shit, bro!
Nigga, you passin' the scalp to Thomas Who?
Like "What
Ain’t Passive Aggressive
They Bout’ That Action
She Talked About By My Name
And Thought I Wouldn’t Find Out
And Now Like Every Time I See Her
Bitch I’m
Tell me something good like
Rufus of Chaka Khan
Although haters want us to fail
We keep on keepin' it on
High water or hell and not
A second before
shooting they shot
DJ I'm just tryna hear a love song
Tired of hearing bout who so and so done wrong
DJ I'm just tryna hear a love song
If you would nothing
yeah
I'm a bad boy, flexing with some chicks, yuh
I'm a weird boy, smoking on some Brit's, yuh
Who dat boi (Skrrrrrr) i'm that boy
Yeah, yeah, I got
You gone take them five? Or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That
handle that thing
Hey batter batter hey batter batter swing
Moves like jagger who's better? Let's play
Ready or not time to attack
Yeah here we come yeah
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
gettin' straight pissy, and, oh, yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too
You blamin' who? You maimin' who? I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew
Big
gettin' straight pissy, and, oh, yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too
You blamin' who? You maimin' who? I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew
Big
(mane)
Let me remind you that I am the king of R&B (mane)
Do you know what that means?
That means if you love your chick
Don't bring her to the v-i-p
Mixmassala sos sunday koos
They dont call me changa zulu nje for nothing
Is Skwatta kamp and Thomas chauke who inspired me
I'm like the seed that fell among
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
chicks to stop tailgating
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
So if you got beef better
me
Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy
Do you decide to give into the lies
With Deliliah's who comfort, by the side
Who never meet your needs but fulfill
? You namin' who?
I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But I'm backed by
see when I get home,
it’s you.
Hook:
Bridge:
“Give You What’cha Want” Written by Troy Harrington, Brian Thomas and Emmanuel Duncan
2015 Brian Thomas
I need a girl who'll ride for me (Keep her self real fly)
Damn near die for me (Staying by my side)
Go to court for me (Stand up and cry)
Pay my
for the flyest whips, finest chicks
And any rappin' nigga that thinks he's as nice as this
See me chillin' in clubs with women and thugs
Whoever wanna
I knew a good 'ole boy
By the name of
Thomas
He was a good 'ole boy
But he couldn't keep
A promise
So they hung him down
On an old street sign
all
that handing grasped by bloody hands. see, it's the
cimarron condition of slabs and remnants, pepper
sauce on gristle, throb and grind, and all
Discuss these whos that chick by rufus thomas Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In