She a good girl, but she still shakin' ass and titties (let's go). I be talkin' to the head of a label, then a jail call, nigga. You took some niggas wit' you.
- She just a lil thick lyrics
- She ain t fat bro just a little think tank
- She ain t fat bro just a little thick
- She ain t fat bro just a little think like
- She ain t fat bro just a little thich nhat
- She ain t fat bro just a little think geek
She Just A Lil Thick Lyrics
I see some flog shit, I'll check it, you niggas pathetic (pathetic). Nothing special than making your first million (keep going). Make her hit the high with beans. I'm tryna teach my niggas how to grow. My hood ain't my hood, it's home to me (It's home to me). I probably done robbed your brother, I probably done shot your boys. It's murder on all of my run-ins (on sight). I wanna kick, back up, slap, drop in her pussy. Just showed her my account and she fainted (on God). She ain t fat bro just a little thich nhat. You a rat, you know you dead wrong, uh.
She Ain T Fat Bro Just A Little Think Tank
No internet thuggin' over here (at all). Zip so tight, you'd think you had no sense of smell. And the bitch on the side of me (Side of me) and the head was fire (Fire). Thirty days later, the Feds bust him, damn. This that kept it gangster in every song (song). I forgive you niggas, you didn't know no better. I'll never let my niggas down. Verse 3: Lil Dicky]. I provide for my people.
She Ain T Fat Bro Just A Little Thick
Nigga gotta keep that hunger, nigga buyin' bitch a Birkin. My whole city crying. Solo on all my mission, want no witness or codefendants. How many times I prove you wrong.
She Ain T Fat Bro Just A Little Think Like
Free game, buy that shit Plain Jane (Jane). I was in her DM, I don't got her number. I never compete with my niggas, I'm always gon' eat with my niggas (beep, yeah). I be burnin' up the top (ugh). First semester college, got a thousand pounds of weed.
She Ain T Fat Bro Just A Little Thich Nhat
In Ridgecrest sellin' rocks. And I cleared the bank to bring my niggas home, yeah. I got opps I don't know about (I don't know about). A hunnid-fifty K a night when I play Cromwell. The 'we cook good, we eat good, we look good'. She doing shit with me in public she wouldn't even do private. I ain't on that petty shit.
She Ain T Fat Bro Just A Little Think Geek
I never said I was perfect but flawless. Twenty-thousand square feet, eight-figure cribs all I can live in (facts). How you live in a mansion but you don't own the land? Most likely to succeed (I am). Yeah, I been winnin', big Gotti been gettin' it. That jawn was horrible. Though sometimes over use makes conversation vague. Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt. Breaking news, indictment, fifty-five bricks. Drop, shake your ass then (let's go). She ain t fat bro just a little think like. I miss the Honda Accord, used to have a bitch in it with the bricks in it. Damn, I'm off topic. They flex on the 'Gram.
Big Gotti, big Memphis, you know what I'm sayin'? New RAM that's two hundred (two hundred). I know I'm a rich nigga, bitches wanna charge me. I'ma post her booty, she be doing lashes. All this pressure and I ain't never told, nigga. The jeweler tell you buss it down, won't say the same thing. She never flew private. She ain't fat bro, just a little thick. 💞. But they know I'm still standing on business, real talk. College dropout, I went to study business out in Mexico.
None of my niggas sanctified, they be throwin' crosses. Rolls Royce stainless (steel). Cuz nigga nothing slide. A person, place, or thing(s). Made a business outta sellin' that yay. We come from the mud, we had to get it there (players). Slim gave me the game, gotta respect that (Respect). If you gon' take it, take it all, nigga, nigga. Don't matter shit that I'm goin' through a lot, I'ma be alright. Ho gimme head in the Benz (yeah). F*cked on a superstar bitch and her buddy. Trinidad James – Just A Lil Thick (She Juicy) Lyrics | Lyrics. Who let the laws in?
Big dog status, watch with no stones. By Kieerrx August 29, 2012. Shoutout my last bitch, what's happenin'? Out the way, tryna survive. Three-eighty for the 'Rari, what they want for the 'Claren? Never did nothin' to kids or women, that's off limits. They know nobody stopping us.
Martin Luther King Jr for that booty, I can dream. I just gave her some knowledge. I went platinum, I went gold (Gold). And my sister Tash' house, in the kitchen with that newspaper on the ground (keep going). I used to get it out the pot. If he family to you, then he family to me (Then he family to me). I was half rapping, full-time selling kis (Trapping). All the way to the end (nigga). This the time to show you what a hustler 'bout (I am). If I get indicted off these lyrics, sayin' it's gon' be long, uh. She ain t fat bro just a little think tank. I know you ain't said what I thought you said! Touch my chain, I crash of course (uh-huh).
Not one single stone, do you know the meaning? A hundred miss calls, I block her (hello). I put in some wings and then tried to envision. Lawyer tryna make me cop a plea for the fifteen (F*ck that). Only God knows the shit I tried to avoid. You the type let a bitch get you for everything. And extra numbers on the block (even better). New Richard Mille on my arm (factory).