J.R. Writer - That Thunda lyrics

rate me

Shorty, look, you playing

‘Course you look amazing

But why you think my aura got them saying

Fuck with me, fuck with me

Writer

Ok now, smooth it in some r and b

So zooted that it’s hard to see

Get your tickets, bitches, this a movie picture starting me

The star is me, no room for these lame chicks and these broke dudes

Who wouldn’t know, I’m pulling hoes like I’m pulling clothes at a showroom

Man, I been the shit, expensive whips when I hit the strip

Get it clear, I might as well be an engineer how I’m in the mix

Baby, come get a pay, I’m sick with it and they sick of it

When I stretch a B…this shit is light

Says she love when I rap, baby stuck on my tracks

Her favorite ones is my latest ones, she say you bundle’s all whack

That’s the sad fact, had a laugh at that…

Girl, I’m far from these cats, I pour my heart in these tracks

These jerkoffs get a text, I got murder off these racks

Number one, did somebody…it’s Writer, baby, I’m number one

Soon as the verse begins you gonna talk again

Hunting all of our curvy friends

Love the flow, we cuff them hoes

I turn them out, you turn them in

Circle in in that pearly Benz with them pearly rims

Purple stems got me wide, whole I spit is fire

Smoke purple wind, I’m the flyest

Get so fly I wanna stay high…

Catch me on the street when it’s time to riot

Packing a tree if you tryna buy it

That’s right, I lose it, like my music

White girl moving like Miley Cyrus

Back to you, what’s happening, boo? Let me mack with you

Don’t be acting new, lose the attitude

All this swagger you know it’s rather rude

I can hit the lobby and pick a hotty…

Shorty, get it clear, I’m all up in the air

Different kind of tune, get her in the room

All you gonna hear