Lupe Fiasco - Thot 97 lyrics

rate me

Masterpiece, didn't need nothin'

Like the bad police

It's the word of God

From the pastor cheeks

And you can take a bad

From a raf at least

Sit Baptise

Give a nigga my rap ties

Metaphor, reservoir

Dog got cat lives

You can flip a coin

Heads or tails, my nigga

Bet it lands on the flat side

Always be a winna

You can be a Mac, nigga

I can be a printer

You can be a fat nigga,

I can be a sprinter

Top of the world, nigga

You be act a killa

Trees got the paper, nigga

Timber!

You gotta have principles,

Skinna, skinna!

And I'mma be the fat nigga

Treat the finish line like it dinner time

I put dough for my city like I win the city

Winter time

For as long as the war

Wanna feel the real pretty tittie line

Now lets say I get car jacked

Niggas like this new shit

Every Moo shit, I look like Lou shit

Then they bring the car back like it's Enterprise

Turn 9's 18's, trappin' now turn them 25

Nigga had 9, I had 14

I had this stupid beat when I ha' 29

And I have 34, and I can hit 10 like 20 times