Thick b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
Thugger Thugger, baby
JT, what it do slimeball?
Get this money, n*gga
Let's get it, woo

[Chorus]
I got a thick b*tch, I know how to dress her
I ran my money up, then iced out my bezel
A lot of thick b*tches coming by the zeroes
And I didn't show none of this b*tches the schedule
I gotta horse looking b*tch that like to wrestle
I got all my n*ggas looking so successful
I wan' f*ck all these lil' b*tches like R. Kelly
I'm the reason why these lil' n*ggas looking scary
All my n*ggas, we gon' leave this life daily
I want a b*tch from San Diego Bay
I swear to God I want that pus*y, I would pay
Calm down, boy, I'm home, you away
Okay, my b*tch let me dive from the dresser
Boy, I done been to a hundred islands, no dressing
I want to teach you like Thug a professor
I think she did pray to God 'cause I'm a blessing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
And I got a thick b*tch, I know how to dresser
I'ma walk straight up on that lil' b*tch and I'ma press her
Baby, I'm the king, Elvis Presley (King)
Baby don't wan' come out that dream, she super waking
Suck my motherf*cking Nutty Buddy (Nutty)
Even if I'm legally blind I'm still busting (b*tch)
Even when I was dead broke, b*tch,I wasn't bluffing (Racks)
I won't get five percent without my muddy
Riding 'round the city with my daddy
Real gold on, b*tch, I need a Grammy
f*ck, I'm too geeked up, I need some dabbies (Rrt!)
Got gas, can't smell nobody
YSL got racks, no wallets (Racks)
That's all you see, lil' baby (Big)
Still geeked up in the lobby (Ah)
You know the routine, lil' baby (Routine)
I might buy a hot Benz, change the VIN on it (Skrrt)
I might walk inside club and go Sudan on it (Woo)
I might shoot a gun at you 'bout my fan, homie
Not playin' got a band with saran on it (And)
Stayed down with me and my man, homie (And)
Got a bottle full of Hen and a Xan on it (And)
You can pull all of my tips in the can homie (What?)
If the guy ain't seen put the man on it (Woo)
[Chorus]
I got a thick b*tch, I know how to dress her
I ran my money up, then iced out my bezel
A lot of thick b*tches coming by the zeroes
And I didn't show none of this b*tches the schedule
I gotta horse looking b*tch that like to wrestle
I got all my n*ggas looking so successful
I wan' f*ck all these lil' b*tches like R. Kelly
I'm the reason why these lil' n*ggas looking scary
All my n*ggas, we gon' leave this life daily
I want a b*tch from San Diego Bay
I swear to God I want that pus*y, I would pay
Calm down, boy, I'm home, you away
Okay, my b*tch let me dive from the dresser
Boy, I done been to a hundred islands, no dressing
I want to teach you like Thug a professor
I think she did pray to God 'cause I'm a blessing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
I got a thick b*tch, I know how to dress her
I ran my money up, then iced out my bezel
A lot of thick b*tches coming by the zeroes
And I didn't show none of this b*tches the schedule
I gotta horse looking b*tch that like to wrestle
I got all my n*ggas looking so successful
I wan' f*ck all these lil' b*tches like R. Kelly
I'm the reason why these lil' n*ggas looking scary
All my n*ggas, we gon' leave this life daily
I want a b*tch from San Diego Bay
I swear to God I want that pus*y, I would pay
Calm down, boy, I'm home, you away
Okay, my b*tch let me dive from the dresser
Boy, I done been to a hundred islands, no dressing
I want to teach you like Thug a professor
I think she did pray to God 'cause I'm a blessing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)