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THNX Video (MV)




Performed By: BLCKK
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Christian Miner




BLCKK - THNX Lyrics




Please stop hitting my phone
I been doing better ima stay on my own
I don't even talk about the shit that I know
If she ever wanna see me she can come to my show
And y'all got me
I spent a couple weeks off it
But your boyfriend a bitch I promise he not shit
Imma be fine better check in on him

F*ck my ex
Give her my best
As soon as I'm getting money bet she prolly upset
I'd give 'em all four years for a cigarette
I take it all back tell me where the drinks at

F*ck my ex
Give her my best
As soon as I'm getting money bet she prolly upset
I'd give 'em all four years for a cigarette
I take it all back tell me where the drinks at

I ain't goin to hell not yet
F*ck it I prolly paid my debt
Still watching it's boutta make my day
Get f*cked I got it all my way
And did he figure it out
I could tell him what you told me about
Next track about a whole new bitch

I spent, way too long on this, f*cking song you don't, get shit from me I'm, f*cking gone
Thanks a lot for the, f*cking call I ain't, picking up but you, prolly knew that shit

I met a lot of people like you
Do me a favor don't ever worry bout what I do
Imma get drunk and f*ck up the whole day
Bitch I'm never boutta stop till somebody get paid

F*ck my ex
Give her my best
As soon as I'm getting money bet she prolly upset
I'd give 'em all four years for a cigarette
I take it all back tell me where the drinks at

F*ck my ex
Give her my best
As soon as I'm getting money bet she prolly upset
I'd give 'em all four years for a cigarette
I take it all back tell me where the drinks at
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Please stop hitting my phone
I been doing better ima stay on my own
I don't even talk about the shit that I know
If she ever wanna see me she can come to my show
And y'all got me
I spent a couple weeks off it
But your boyfriend a bitch I promise he not shit
Imma be fine better check in on him

F*ck my ex
Give her my best
As soon as I'm getting money bet she prolly upset
I'd give 'em all four years for a cigarette
I take it all back tell me where the drinks at

F*ck my ex
Give her my best
As soon as I'm getting money bet she prolly upset
I'd give 'em all four years for a cigarette
I take it all back tell me where the drinks at

I ain't goin to hell not yet
F*ck it I prolly paid my debt
Still watching it's boutta make my day
Get f*cked I got it all my way
And did he figure it out
I could tell him what you told me about
Next track about a whole new bitch

I spent, way too long on this, f*cking song you don't, get shit from me I'm, f*cking gone
Thanks a lot for the, f*cking call I ain't, picking up but you, prolly knew that shit

I met a lot of people like you
Do me a favor don't ever worry bout what I do
Imma get drunk and f*ck up the whole day
Bitch I'm never boutta stop till somebody get paid

F*ck my ex
Give her my best
As soon as I'm getting money bet she prolly upset
I'd give 'em all four years for a cigarette
I take it all back tell me where the drinks at

F*ck my ex
Give her my best
As soon as I'm getting money bet she prolly upset
I'd give 'em all four years for a cigarette
I take it all back tell me where the drinks at
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Writer: Christian Miner
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