Thoed Ass Lyrics - Singles - Machine Gun Kelly

Yeah, bitch 

I'ma thoed ass, blowed ass, dick in the throat ass 

Wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled ass 

Rich muhfucka, wit no class 

Bitch I'm from the land, you don't wanna go there 

Bitch you talkin grams, I be smokin' O's, yeah 

Hotbox whip, I don't need the Ozium 

I ain't hiding my shit, I'm a fuckin grown man 

If the cops come, then oh well, uh huh 

I'm still smoking my Blu Cantrell 

Yeah, I might fuck around and blow a zip 

Have both my lungs like oh shit 

I'ma show them how a Cleveland muhfucka do 

Bitch, went straight to the league from the public school 

Shit, ya'll know it's no struggle, no progress 

Hmmm, so I told the bitch work, go topless 

Church, I'm a muhfuckin asshole 

Tattooed to the sandals, fuck a bitch while I stand though 

Burn a little wax, no candle 

I'm buying Cubans by the pack, no Castro 

They know I never try to hide like Camo 

We in the mothafuckin field like Rambo 

And you know I will steal a rich boy Lambo 

And drive that mothafucka straight to a bando 

24/7 get work, I grew up around them Hot Boyz, Lil Turk 

Ay, I'm 25 gotta get turnt, I'm a young rockstar like Lil' Kurt 

Ay, 20 after 4 get burnt, everyday's Friday no big one 

30 more days till the first and the hood gets paid, you better learn, bitch 

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I been around like a merry-go 

I swear a year ago, I told myself to piss on every hater like a urinal 

I ain't tryna hear no, not gon fear no 

We ain't really have to tell cause niggas still tellin on 

Name ring ring like a telephone, DUB-O! 

I don't know ya, EST, I'm a soldier 

All we do is smoke doja, still make 'em say uhhh 

Master my P's so cut the head off a cobra 

I'm in tip-top shape, yup 

If I want it, I could get ya taste girl 

Play the cut, how the cut should be played yup 

Everything about me going way up 

I sit back and watch you talk a lot while you talk a lot 

Got to keep it pimpin, so I take the pimpin back to the parking lot 

I'm a G wit it, OD wit it, nigga if we talkin money then you know we get it 

Your face lookin hella mad, yeah you hella mad doing hella bad, I'm seeing that 

And me, I'm eating hella crabs, yeah hella crabs, getting hella fat, by the pocket yeah 

Bitch don't get it twisted, I been poppin on the low 

I'm underground wit it, nigga you ain't got a clue 

I been had the juice like ... on the roof 

And you can dick a bitch up if you ever want the truth 

Young nigga got 

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Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass 

Blowed ass, dick in the throat ass 

Wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled ass 

Rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka 

I am from the land till I D-I-E 

If you getting right you need a Hum-vee 

And a big bag of that OG 

Price so low you would swear I wit the police 

If she come wit me, she ain't comin back 

Tell her put it on my lap, clap it like a [?] 

Run up on me if you want I'll tell you to, I'll run it back 

I wonder can he handle that, naw he can't handle that 

I got 10 freaky bitches tryna lick a nigga nuts 

100 crooked cops tryna get a nigga luck 

God bless the track niggas 

I can see the future and it come wit hella racks wit it 

Like I'm up at Saks wit it 

Young Kyrie with the shot 

Young Don Juan, what you thought? 

Take her up top, then I let her drop 

I'ma B-A Double L until they put me in a box, Ball 

Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass 

Blowed ass, dick in the throat ass 

Wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled ass 

Rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka