T H C Lyrics

Fuck wit' it, I don't fuck wit' it

Fuck wit' it, I don't fuck wit' it

BITCH, FUCK WIT' IT, I DON'T FUCK WIT' IT

BITCH, FUCK WIT' IT, I DON'T FUCK WIT' IT

(Ayy, yaa)

Bitch I been offa' my rocker

You offer me offers then offer it proper

(Yea, ay)

Take all of these martyrs and moppers

I stalk in the dark with the doctor

(Yea ay)

The starter will barter their chakra is often-ly offa' the lager

(Yea, ay)

I'm harder than parking a copter at target with holiday shoppers

(Yea ay)

I'm rippin' ya' bag, fuckin' ya' face, hittin' the zag

(Wait, holdup)

Drippin' the slag, stuck in the race, sick in the lab

(Wait, holdup)

Sippin' the stag, puffin' the eighth, drink and I drag

(Bake, holdup)

Clickin' the nav, duckin' outer space, kick her to the cab

(Skate, HOLDUP)

I ain't got no fuckin' time for anotha' dime piece, or a dub piece

I just puff T.H.C. every time I WANT PEACE

Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' that gist no

Never dissed, clever when I swish goal

Get a list, settle with the script scroll

Get 'em pissed, levels to this shit, HO

Sever with the cleaver, when I get her leave her

Never met her, but she's in the net

I feed the hole back shots

Get her wet, I leak her like somebody stole the fuckin' LAPTOP

Way we laid up, I be in the buckets

Shootin' three pointers, never win the ruckus

Is a street corner imma' bring the cutlets

Cut the beef for her when I swing the cutlas

Don't be fuckin' talkin' with them fish lips

Throw the calamari on ya' salad, sorry

Hoes be fuckin' gawkin' till the bitch trips

Look, Mary Poppins look, WHERE WE WALKIN

Don't be underestimatin' HOW FAR

Bitch I'm done, yes I meant it

Unprecedented

Shun, regimented

Sun, yes I dent it

PUFFIN RESIN IN A TOWN CAR

Bitch I spun, lesson number one

Fessin' and you peasants end up in the ground scarred

Clip the tongue, press until its numb

Restin' in the vessel wrestle till the pounds charred

Every crumb, stressin' with the hum

Dressin' in florescent blessin' the profound star

Bitch I stun, medicine and fun

Better sin or let us in to make the sound hard

All these friends

All these breeds

All these trends

All these hems

All these sleeves

All these chems

All these fiends

All these fuckin' lives ruined

All these teens, what the fuck am I doin'

All these stems

All these seeds

All these pens

All these gems

All these weeds

All these zens

All these chi's

What the fuck am I brewin',

Never need what you all are lied to, and I don't

Fuck wit' it, I don't fuck wit' it

(Ay)

Fuck wit' it, I don't fuck wit' it

BITCH, FUCK WIT' IT, I DON'T FUCK WIT' IT

BITCH, FUCK WIT' IT, I DON'T FUCK WIT' IT

(Yea, yea)