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The Game - T.H.O.T. Lyrics



The Game - T.H.O.T. Lyrics
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[ Featuring Huddy, Bad Lucc, Problem ]

That's your ho, I f*cked your bitch
Hol' up, your face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy, I nutted all on her lips
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas

Nigga, that's on mamas!

You f*cking with a thot, nigga
I'm a real nigga, bitch, you f*cking with a Pac nigga
Graduated from the pills and them rocks, nigga
Money, power, respect, come through like the Lox, nigga
F*ck a bottle, buy the box, nigga
Bought a Audemar, we don't google, we buy the stock, nigga
Same old boppers, leader of the new school
Spraying on them lockers, no rain gon' stop us
Put the swang on yoppers, flush on the bottom
Gold fangs on the top ones, Liu Kang with the chopper
And I'm known for cutting these hoes like I'm the bachelor
They stuck in the hood, I'm the spatula
Told these bitches, expose these bitches for who they are
You a thot, yeah I really know these bitches
Dick is all I owe these bitches for being themselves
She a coach bag bitch but she follow Chanel
That's on mamas!

That's your ho, I f*cked your bitch
Hol' up, your face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy, I nutted all on her lips
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas

Uhhh, I got riggidy-riggidy racks and them diggidy-dam
The piggidy-piggidy face of a riggidy clown
Black out, back out like a flimsy blouse
F*ck a track out, like racing outside, pussies chalked outline
Niggas can't be outshined, out rhymed or out dimes
I'm like Magic in his prime without HIV
(Come on) It's stunner season
It's f*ck niggas like gays but for the other reason
Me and Lucky getting cuddy in them other reasons
Period, the bitch bleed then I f*cking bleed em
(What?) You f*cking with a thot, nigga!
My Compton niggas come with K's like dot, nigga
Real when I talk, you can tell by my tone
A few instagram likes, the bitch swear that she on!
Live hoes from condos riding in Lambos, stunting pronto
Knowing that shit Rondos

That's your ho, I f*cked your bitch
Hol' up, your face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy, I nutted all on her lips
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas

She kinda thick, what's your measure?
Say her name bone collector, that's on the set-ta
354, Imma rep, ride it real
She like the way I dress with them 501s on the chill
On our first two visits, nasty when I f*ck her
Told her keep me out the clinic, on mamas I'm 'bout that business
Blowing money fast but I'm standing out them fences
Super pervert, I'm G. Levert to these bitches
Feeling like that nigga, back when I was skinny
Before I was filling out them pictures and f*cking with your sister
Mr grab diamond wear sheriff hoes
And if my bitch didn't have a kid, I'd have a lair for hoes
Hella sick with this pimping, my mama taught me how to tell a chick from a chicken
Don't be f*cking with a Christian
Diamond lane banging, ain't hear it then get the trippin'
I'm a king of these thots, nigga, listen

That's your ho, I f*cked your bitch
Hol' up, your face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy, I nutted all on her lips
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on

That's your ho, I f*cked your bitch
Hol' up, your face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy, I nutted all on her lips
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
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That's your ho, I f*cked your bitch
Hol' up, your face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy, I nutted all on her lips
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas

Nigga, that's on mamas!

You f*cking with a thot, nigga
I'm a real nigga, bitch, you f*cking with a Pac nigga
Graduated from the pills and them rocks, nigga
Money, power, respect, come through like the Lox, nigga
F*ck a bottle, buy the box, nigga
Bought a Audemar, we don't google, we buy the stock, nigga
Same old boppers, leader of the new school
Spraying on them lockers, no rain gon' stop us
Put the swang on yoppers, flush on the bottom
Gold fangs on the top ones, Liu Kang with the chopper
And I'm known for cutting these hoes like I'm the bachelor
They stuck in the hood, I'm the spatula
Told these bitches, expose these bitches for who they are
You a thot, yeah I really know these bitches
Dick is all I owe these bitches for being themselves
She a coach bag bitch but she follow Chanel
That's on mamas!

That's your ho, I f*cked your bitch
Hol' up, your face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy, I nutted all on her lips
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas

Uhhh, I got riggidy-riggidy racks and them diggidy-dam
The piggidy-piggidy face of a riggidy clown
Black out, back out like a flimsy blouse
F*ck a track out, like racing outside, pussies chalked outline
Niggas can't be outshined, out rhymed or out dimes
I'm like Magic in his prime without HIV
(Come on) It's stunner season
It's f*ck niggas like gays but for the other reason
Me and Lucky getting cuddy in them other reasons
Period, the bitch bleed then I f*cking bleed em
(What?) You f*cking with a thot, nigga!
My Compton niggas come with K's like dot, nigga
Real when I talk, you can tell by my tone
A few instagram likes, the bitch swear that she on!
Live hoes from condos riding in Lambos, stunting pronto
Knowing that shit Rondos

That's your ho, I f*cked your bitch
Hol' up, your face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy, I nutted all on her lips
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas

She kinda thick, what's your measure?
Say her name bone collector, that's on the set-ta
354, Imma rep, ride it real
She like the way I dress with them 501s on the chill
On our first two visits, nasty when I f*ck her
Told her keep me out the clinic, on mamas I'm 'bout that business
Blowing money fast but I'm standing out them fences
Super pervert, I'm G. Levert to these bitches
Feeling like that nigga, back when I was skinny
Before I was filling out them pictures and f*cking with your sister
Mr grab diamond wear sheriff hoes
And if my bitch didn't have a kid, I'd have a lair for hoes
Hella sick with this pimping, my mama taught me how to tell a chick from a chicken
Don't be f*cking with a Christian
Diamond lane banging, ain't hear it then get the trippin'
I'm a king of these thots, nigga, listen

That's your ho, I f*cked your bitch
Hol' up, your face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy, I nutted all on her lips
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on

That's your ho, I f*cked your bitch
Hol' up, your face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy, I nutted all on her lips
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
'Cause you f*cking with a thot, nigga
You f*cking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
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Writer: Jason Martin, Jayceon Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © BEAT BAKER MUSIC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: The Game
Featuring: Huddy, Bad Lucc, Problem
Length: 3:56
Written by: Jason Martin, Jayceon Taylor

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