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Thot 97 Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco
Masterpiece
Threaten these niggas like the bad police
This the word of God from the pastor cheeks
And you can take a bath in the wrath of leeks, sir, baptize
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 winner
You can be a mack, nigga, I'mma be a printer
You can be a fat nigga, I'mma be a sprinter
Top of the world, nigga, you can ask Kenna
Tress, got the paper, nigga, timber
Timber, timber, timber
Timber, timber, timber
You gotta have principles, Skinner, Skinner
Or I'mma be the fat nigga, treat the finish line like a dinner time
And put on for my city like a Windy City wintertime
For as long as a one nigga wanna feel a really pretty titty line, woo!
Now let's say I get carjacked
Niggas like,
