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ThunderCat Video (MV)




Performed By: Rielye & WoahAustin
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Austin Harris, Gabriel Morris




Rielye & WoahAustin - ThunderCat Lyrics
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Yeah
Bitch we sitting on plenty hits we got the summer set
I just pick a beat and go like at the pumpkin patch
We gotta plan to get this green so imma run with that
Nigga blowing down these trees like imma lumberjack
We got them classics make you bounce and do some jumping jacks
Im to myself they never see me like stomach tat
One sip of this tea and then im twisted aint no coming back
Give her the lightening rod and she gone bring that thundercat
Its purple orange inside this strain just like the sunset
A nigga gotta problem let me cock my gun back
Im at the wingspot off of Prothro im a Rug Rat
Arkansas baby I come out the mud bath
Wait til this flow gone flood the streets you need a life jacket
I hear the beat im finna slide on it like Michael Jackson
Gotta do this for my baby lets get right to action
I hit the blunt and got so high I gotta flight to catch
Bitch we sitting on plenty hits we got the summer set
I just pick a beat and go like at the pumpkin patch
We gotta plan to get this green so imma run with that
Nigga blowing down these trees like imma lumberjack
We got them classics make you bounce and do some jumping jacks
Im to myself they never see me like stomach tat
One sip of this tea and then im twisted aint no coming back
Give her the lightening rod and she gone bring that thundercat
Im thumbing through these ones im on that cash flow
They say im always talking shit guess im an asshole
My pockets really stupid like dad joke
You gotta drop them racks if you want the collab tho
We in the stu we cooking up I need a lab coat
The hardest white boy out the city im the last hope
Im a dog I give these bitches what they ask for
They hate me cause I took they bitch like what you made for
Its different numbers that keep messaging my f*cking phone
I can't even focus on this bitch because im in the zone
But imma sit back drink this purple in that styrofoam
Don't give no f*cks im talking shit up on this microphone
Bitch we sitting on plenty hits we got the summer set
I just pick a beat and go like at the pumpkin patch
We gotta plan to get this green so imma run with that
Nigga blowing down these trees like imma lumberjack
We got them classics make you bounce and do some jumping jacks
Im to myself they never see me like stomach tat
One sip of this tea and then im twisted aint no coming back
Give her the lightening rod and she gone bring that thundercat
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English

Yeah
Bitch we sitting on plenty hits we got the summer set
I just pick a beat and go like at the pumpkin patch
We gotta plan to get this green so imma run with that
Nigga blowing down these trees like imma lumberjack
We got them classics make you bounce and do some jumping jacks
Im to myself they never see me like stomach tat
One sip of this tea and then im twisted aint no coming back
Give her the lightening rod and she gone bring that thundercat
Its purple orange inside this strain just like the sunset
A nigga gotta problem let me cock my gun back
Im at the wingspot off of Prothro im a Rug Rat
Arkansas baby I come out the mud bath
Wait til this flow gone flood the streets you need a life jacket
I hear the beat im finna slide on it like Michael Jackson
Gotta do this for my baby lets get right to action
I hit the blunt and got so high I gotta flight to catch
Bitch we sitting on plenty hits we got the summer set
I just pick a beat and go like at the pumpkin patch
We gotta plan to get this green so imma run with that
Nigga blowing down these trees like imma lumberjack
We got them classics make you bounce and do some jumping jacks
Im to myself they never see me like stomach tat
One sip of this tea and then im twisted aint no coming back
Give her the lightening rod and she gone bring that thundercat
Im thumbing through these ones im on that cash flow
They say im always talking shit guess im an asshole
My pockets really stupid like dad joke
You gotta drop them racks if you want the collab tho
We in the stu we cooking up I need a lab coat
The hardest white boy out the city im the last hope
Im a dog I give these bitches what they ask for
They hate me cause I took they bitch like what you made for
Its different numbers that keep messaging my f*cking phone
I can't even focus on this bitch because im in the zone
But imma sit back drink this purple in that styrofoam
Don't give no f*cks im talking shit up on this microphone
Bitch we sitting on plenty hits we got the summer set
I just pick a beat and go like at the pumpkin patch
We gotta plan to get this green so imma run with that
Nigga blowing down these trees like imma lumberjack
We got them classics make you bounce and do some jumping jacks
Im to myself they never see me like stomach tat
One sip of this tea and then im twisted aint no coming back
Give her the lightening rod and she gone bring that thundercat
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Writer: Austin Harris, Gabriel Morris
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