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Throwin' thots, throwin' thots Fuckin' bitches, throwin' thots First I count my money roll, then I'm off to score a thot Throwin' thots, throwin' thots Fuckin' bitches, throwin' thots In D.C. we call them rollers, in Chiraq we call them thots I'm throwin' thots, throwin' thots In Miami drop the top I'm on ocean like I'm Sosa ridin' 'round in foreign cars Hit the brake, had to stop, I think I just saw a thot I'mma bend that pussy over, I'mma eat that pussy box 30 shots in my Glock I'm the shit, you are not Y'all be snitching, y'all hot I wish all of y'all would die I ain't lying, I be high Conversation real dry, is you fucking me or not Slutty Boyz is who is I She don't like my Glory guys Global Gleeshie on your line Make them roller bitches work and make them thotiannas cry You in love, no you not You should quit her, you should stop In D.C. we call them rollers, in Chiraq we call them thots I'm throwin' thots with a thot Sippin' lean and blowin' pot plus I'm rollin' moon rocks You gone let me go or not O'Glock, 30 shots, roll up on you, blow the block Empty pockets when I shop, I drop that guap, I got alot Bitches ask me where I'm going, I'm just headed for the top Told her keep her clothes on Gleeshie only want the top Know the police told me stop Will I do it probably not, will I kill them probably so Papi probably fucked yo ho First you didn't, now you know??? But somehow my money long and my patience real low I can't wait to kill flows Hundred bottles, hundred shows Hundred pills, hundred pints Hundred killers, hundred hoes Throwin' thots, throwin' thots Fuckin' bitches, throwin' thots First I count my money roll Throwin' thots, throwin' thots Fuckin' bitches, throwin' thots In D.C. we call them rollers, in Chiraq we call them thots
Writer(s): Martrel Rayshard Reeves, Josh Marquis Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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