THOTTWAT — SHIRT (sped up)

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[Intro: ICYTWAT]
Bitch
THOTTWAT, THOTTWAT
Yeah, THOTTWAT
Yeah, THOTTWAT
Uh, THOTTWAT
Uh, bitch
Straight up
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: ICYTWAT]
I’m tryna go to the deep end, uh
Pass me the key to the Fisker, uh
My bitch exclusive, no leases, uh
Pussy so fat, you can’t miss her, uh
I been picking out the pieces, uh (straight up)
I can see the bigger picture, uh (straight up)
She tryna cuddle, I’m decent, uh (shit, shit, shit)
Eat it up, I ain’t a kisser, uh
See a opp, bet I don’t miss (damn)
See a opp, better go lift him, uh (damn)
Don’t give no fuck ’bout yo’ issue (damn)
We send it up with no issue (damn)
Niggas don’t wanna take no pictures, ay
All the dappin’ you can keep it (Goddamn)
Niggas actin’, I done peeped it, uh
All these niggas is benеath me, uh
[Chorus: ICYTWAT]
I hear the talking
I hеar the sneaking (straight up)
I know these niggas don’t mean it (straight up)
I see no threat, this shit easy, uh
That’s why I really don’t need it, uh
Fuck around with niggas, they geekin’ (What?)
Tighten up, nigga, ya leakin’ (straight up, straight up)
Put that lil’ boy on a shirt (straight up)
These niggas ain’t gone get even (straight up, straight up)
I hear the talking
I hear the sneaking
I know these niggas don’t mean it (straight up)
I see no threat, this shit easy, uh
That’s why I really don’t need it, (straight up)
Fuck around with niggas, they geekin’ (what?)
Tighten up, nigga, ya leakin’ (Goddamn)
Put that lil’ boy on a shirt
These niggas ain’t gone get even (Goddamn)

[Verse 2: THOTO]
It’s THOTTY and TWAT, the militia
Aim, I won’t miss ya
These niggas bitches, submissive
Pull up, I coarse then I cross ya
Fold then I crease you
Thotty a whole different creature (yeah)
Trust me, no I cannot risk it (yeah)
Money I frisk it (Yeah)
Thot greedy, he keep a biscuit (yeah, yeah)
Niggas is broke and can’t face it (yeah)
Talking and I’ll fix ’em (Yeah)
I’ll let that bitch in and I mix ’em (yeah)
It’s Armageddon ’cause
I’m raising hell and they slide on the scene, I’m like «KLK, KLK»
Dímelo mami
Bring Papi that peso (yeah)
I slime in that bitch (yeah)
You too if I say so (yeah, yeah)
You niggas too soft and you niggas too delicate
I keep up with ’em (yeah)
I’m drunk and I’m celibate (yeah)
Leave a brick hole in your brain from that little metal (yeah)
Try to play games and get hit with that little man