Thinking Out Loud Lyrics

Thinking out loud

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Cartier lens I see thru the cap

Bitches all on me cuz I'm gettin cash

Can't let up my foot on the gas

Ball like Tmac

No McGrady

Out in Houston whip Mercedes

Yellow diamonds

Purple soda

Think I'm Sippin on some lakers

Slide in the coupe

I die for the loot

Got boys in the grave

I'll never behave

Boxin the whip

Just roll me a spliff

Niggas wit weapons

Got nigga in heaven

Got demons in hell

I'm wishin em well

I Lost my mind

Was off dem pills

I Lost my grind

I'm back for real

Just Watch my nine

Ten rounds gon spill

Got too many niggas inside of that jail

I'm sorry honor I cannot tell

Too many niggas i told to chill

Wait on me ill post ya bail

Drip check damn I love that fashion

Bitch check damn I hate that cappin

Wrist wet diamonds is my passion

Miss yet Duck too good at rappin

Big guns

Big straps

We got beams like military

Big buns

Big ass

Shawty bad like Halle Barry

Hell yea

Fuckin right

Money old like Jason terry

Hell yea

Fuckin mice

Rats be out like Tom n jerry

Flashin shit like Allen Barry

Throwing bullets kyler Murray

Ray Allen

Heat come out late night like I'm Jimmy Fallon

Stay doubtin

Leanin off that drink your love gave Me balance

Turn to violence

Young niggas be perked up trained go For real

Hoe for real

My demons trained to blow they don't Need no pill

Need to chill

Ice up my neck and I ain't sign a deal

Time to kill

Nigga went crashed now his life is jail

Need a mil

First one go to momma then a diamon Grill

They told me to run it up already did it

Duck fi nna fuck it up I need a million

Mansion big as fuck need a pavilion

Raised solo I ain't have a village

Wassup wit the young niggas Robbin An killin

Up it n dump it I turn to villain

Ice like freeza yo shit krillen

Smoke that reefa higher then ceilings

Drums in

We sliding shit

Out late night

Don't crash the whip

Need that Benz

I'm financing

Don't got friends

I silenced em

Oooo shit

Blue strips

Valentino headband

Trippin off the meds man

Nigga I got dead friends

Bloodies and Crips inside of my crew

Leavin em red we beating em blue

Countin the dead my money done Grew

World so cold got Canada goose

Moncler

Dior

Walk-in

Buy the store

Drop that hoe

Still got four

Racks to blow

Get some more

Off them drugs I turned to a fiend

Shiesty mask when I'm on the scene

Demon niggas on my teams

We dem niggas you can't be

We dem niggas wit dem beams

Buss them triggas don't got dreams

Up dem riches bag got deep

Fuck dem bitches leave em sleep

Got some money n do what I want

Foreign whips the trunk in the front

Foreign bitch I can't get enough

Foreign spliff I'm rolling it up

How imma opp but I'm still breathin

Hope you got mops for all my demons

Get to the top im bringing the team in

Back to the block yea im still

Thinking Out Loud

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