CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Thursday At Truth
It's Bluestrip, baby
Huh
It's Thursday, I'm at the club only for the lamb
Are you a Action Replay? Then put her on the cam
I heard yo gang a bunch of burgers and yo b*t*h a ham
I don't even like this shirt, I bought it 'cause I can
Even with my gla**es off I can see the fakes
They just wanna try to stop me, hate come with breaks
But I'ma live it up until I see the gates
Told him this what happened, I was hurt that they ain't have faith
She can't stay mad because I take her on a shopping spree
Something 'bout the fame always make the hoes flock to me
Said h?r head was fire, I was driving, had to stop and see
Opps good at catching 'cause I sw?ar they never dropping me
Timbs on, off the joggy they can tell I'm from the Mitt
Politicking 'bout some money, never beefing 'bout a b*t*h
Y'all can have the tough sh*t, I would rather get us rich
Got it off the hams, I ain't never had to sell a brick
I can't even leave the crib if it ain't about no cheese
I be running through that money, boy, that sh*t a breeze
If you play yo role right then you shall receive
A couple purses and some hair if you say please
I think I wanna paint yo face, baby, say cheese
I think a cop got behind us, baby, take these
God, f**k these fake n***as, why you make these?
Don't give yo heart to me, girl, I break these
It's Thursday, I'm at the club with a dub on me
Off-White letterman, I bet she try and rub on me
Gave her good d**k, now she always tryna hug on me
Walking in her crib, she jumped on me, damn near humped on me
Bro a drankhead, high as hell, got, one more time
I mean bro a drankhead, he talking 'bout he need one more line
in the 'Wood, b*t*h, this jumbo size
It's some members 'round me, this so janky, better tuck yo ice
Squaring up ain't a bright idea if you love yo life
Feel like Tyrone, I come through horsing, I might f**k yo wife
Turned in twenty jacks, my Arabs came in clutch tonight
At Mr. Corned Beef, told 'em make sure the mustard light
You grabbing petty punches, I get fire off of Onion sites
Nike joggy stuffed with dog sh*t, I ain't running light
Shout-out Vez, riding down the 6, double cup on ice
I might put you on the first team if yo jumper nice
First cla** itch, think I'm finna go and jump on flights
Answering my b*t*h call like, "You know you bugging, right?"
Feel like Rondo, got a rocket tucked in these Number Nines
Popped out my cocoon, now I'm flyer than a b***erfly
Huh
It's Thursday, I'm at the club only for the lamb
Are you a Action Replay? Then put her on the cam
I heard yo gang a bunch of burgers and yo b*t*h a ham
I don't even like this shirt, I bought it 'cause I can
Even with my gla**es off I can see the fakes
They just wanna try to stop me, hate come with breaks
But I'ma live it up until I see the gates
Told him this what happened, I was hurt that they ain't have faith
She can't stay mad because I take her on a shopping spree
Something 'bout the fame always make the hoes flock to me
Said h?r head was fire, I was driving, had to stop and see
Opps good at catching 'cause I sw?ar they never dropping me
Timbs on, off the joggy they can tell I'm from the Mitt
Politicking 'bout some money, never beefing 'bout a b*t*h
Y'all can have the tough sh*t, I would rather get us rich
Got it off the hams, I ain't never had to sell a brick
I can't even leave the crib if it ain't about no cheese
I be running through that money, boy, that sh*t a breeze
If you play yo role right then you shall receive
A couple purses and some hair if you say please
I think I wanna paint yo face, baby, say cheese
I think a cop got behind us, baby, take these
God, f**k these fake n***as, why you make these?
Don't give yo heart to me, girl, I break these
It's Thursday, I'm at the club with a dub on me
Off-White letterman, I bet she try and rub on me
Gave her good d**k, now she always tryna hug on me
Walking in her crib, she jumped on me, damn near humped on me
Bro a drankhead, high as hell, got, one more time
I mean bro a drankhead, he talking 'bout he need one more line
in the 'Wood, b*t*h, this jumbo size
It's some members 'round me, this so janky, better tuck yo ice
Squaring up ain't a bright idea if you love yo life
Feel like Tyrone, I come through horsing, I might f**k yo wife
Turned in twenty jacks, my Arabs came in clutch tonight
At Mr. Corned Beef, told 'em make sure the mustard light
You grabbing petty punches, I get fire off of Onion sites
Nike joggy stuffed with dog sh*t, I ain't running light
Shout-out Vez, riding down the 6, double cup on ice
I might put you on the first team if yo jumper nice
First cla** itch, think I'm finna go and jump on flights
Answering my b*t*h call like, "You know you bugging, right?"
Feel like Rondo, got a rocket tucked in these Number Nines
Popped out my cocoon, now I'm flyer than a b***erfly
