Thug Thizzle - Haiti Babii

Quit flexin' all that money, that’s that five inch a lay

Countin' all that tax money, makin' minimum wage

Your dad think he sick, I tell him take a look at this

I got thirty in this bitch, I let thirty out this rip

Tell all your friends, let’s make amends, let’s get closer

Black new color color Benz, it look toasted

Sittin' on thirties, hittin' forty, bitch, I’m coastin' (Skrrt)

Sittin' on thirties, hittin' forty, bitch, I’m rollin'

Forty on the dash, I stay prayin' for these suckers

I never been a fuck nigga, that’s why I ain’t fuck with you

What, nigga?

I’ll knuckle up and do my thug thizzle

(What, nigga? I’ll knuckle up and do my thug thizzle)

Round of applause, I just met a broad, she’s a pilot

Don’t tell me that you love me if you don’t really love me

Baby, I notice that’s the way you feel

When you wanna talk to me, speak proper

Know I’m not your man, but I can be your partner

You dishonest, you disloyal

Tell me why would I fuck with you?

If I know I fuck with you, I’m stuck with you

And I can’t wait to see you

And I, I, and I

It’s the truth, wouldn’t wanna lie to you

You ain’t the one for me

I ain’t the one for you

Say all you gotta do, baby

You don’t need no crew, baby

We can have a few, baby

Slide-'lide-'lide-'lide-'lide

She don’t wanna fuck with you, pickle dick, you the middleman

She just caught me walkin', flick my wrist, I think I caught her eye

(Like that)