Thouxan ft. Skee Lyrics

(Hey, Skee Daddy)

(Hey, Skee Daddy)

(I love you, Skee)

(I miss you)

(I miss you)

(I've been thinking about you, and I've been thinking about our love)

Yeah, pink diamond chain, and it bling on me

Chains all over my Gz, and they bling on me

Uh, yeah, look me in the face, don't put that beam on me

Uh, bought a gun, bad, bought a gun, drag

We still be on that

Prada bag, ay, she got money, yeah

Look at mouth, look like Vaughny

I got like thousand masks; that's not funny

Bitches be calling me, calling me, calling me

Bitches be stalking me, stalking me, stalking me

Please don't bother me, bother me, bother me

Please don't stalk

Please, no stalking me

Gems, uh

Diamonds too

You looking at my swag, now who you talkin' to

Are you messin' with me

I'll call you; please be cool,

Uh, be ready to, uh, uh, why so rude

Check me out, yeah, check my bands,

Put a fly in my clutch, that leg, case only, so why you sad

I'ma cut you off; now you got that leg, that's original, I got that red,

Designer on me, and it's on my backpack, all on me cause I'm the man, shoot you up and reload the Mac, mac

Thousand fans all on my body tonight, sippin' on Wok, and I'm sippin' on Sprite

She wanna go on the ride of her life

I got the ski on my face tonight, yeah, I just got it; I think I'm taking her soul tonight

Thousand bands, thousand bands, thousand bands, thousand bands, yeah, I'm throwin' a thousand

Bands

Thousand xans, thousand xans, thousand xans, yeah, you know I'm poppin' a thousand xans

Ro, you so crazy, nigga

And I'll pour up the Wok, hoppin' out the minivan, my nigga's shooting them Glocks

And your bitch is a mini fan, yeah, you know she wanna suck on my cock

And we pull up with the mini fan; baby girl wanna keep sippin' on Roc

And I got the Henny on deck

I got the Molly on my tongue; yeah, she tryna get wet

I been on my lonely shit, I don't need no stylist

Why she playin' all in my mind, bitch, get out of my pics

I don't know; I don't know where to go

Sippin' up this Wok until I lose control

Check me out, yeah, check my bands,

Put a fly in my clutch, that leg, case only, so why you sad

I'ma cut you off; now you got that leg, that's original, I got that red,

Designer on me, and it's on my backpack, all on me cause I'm the man, shoot you up and reload the Mac, mac

Oh, oh, oh

We Love You Ro

You're so big and strong; I just can't resist it; oh my god, like you're so fucking hot, dude