DL Gass - Thot Lyrics

Ain't go lie
I recline and hit the pot nigga
Vibration on my phone
These bitches talk alot witcha
Got me on my plot, you lookin good
It's all feel simple
All these bitches
Got me feeling like a Thot nigga
35 she suck my dick up like she got 24
She get off work and hit my crib
Her husband never know
When she text me she cook me food barely wearing clothes
Her husband never know
Should I feel guilty
When she wit me
Time be moving slow
I say she pretty and then I listen
To all her woes
Payback, the pain he sowed
Ears open
She want action then I her curl her toes
She ride the pony
Grip my neck and ride it slow
She singing in my room
Success got her wet as f*ck and I been in her head,
She in the mood
My past still got me blue
All these hoes I'm running thru
I be missing you
F*ck you bitch
I'm missing you
Introspective
All these hoes on my dick
But I still think of you
All that Christian shit went out the window
Once he tricked on you
This my closure hoe
Jamaican women
Whisky in my shot glass
Focused on her dreams and round ass
And If she keep on talking patwa
I might spazz
I'm talkin tongue deep in that pussy
Till she squirtin fast
Her skin too milky smooth
Round one I'm cummin fast
Lord forgive me
Shawty goddess bad
All these hoes on my skin like my watch nigga
If she come thru with the donk, I might plot wit her
My position
I just listen till it drop nigga
All the hoes got me feeling like a thot nigga
All these hoes got me feeling like a thot nigga
All these hoes got me feeling like a thot nigga
All these hoes on my skin like my watch nigga
And If she come thru with the donk, I might plot wit her
My position
I just listen till it drop nigga
All the hoes got me feeling like a thot nigga
All these hoes got me feeling like a thot nigga
All these hoes got me feeling like a thot
I was the cheery nigga wit the right intentions
Wifed a thotty, met some thotties, my perspective different
Some hoes, I'll never miss em
High school, my dawgs would trick em
They'd be cool, I'd be that dude
Like I could treat you different
I ain't know
Loyalty is sold
And money made a man
And you only learn a man
When you caught up in a jam
Never got a call,
Never saw an open hand
Me, myself and I
All alone with these broken plans
Thot nigga,
Touched down wit a couple bands
All I know bitches f*ck quick if they see an open hand
I'm that nigga who ain't understand
I'm that nigga wit the heart, who was yo biggest fan
F*ck that
Now i treat em after I beat it if the feelings right
And if the bread right.... She gon f*ck me all night
And if I treat her disrespectful she might nut twice
Thot nigga
Not yo man but you cute & bright
She hate romantics, so I choke her when I'm deep inside
I'd rather wine & dine, kiss yo hand and treat you nice
But Imma eat it, beat it, skeet it, somewhere round yo eye
And if she reveals a shallow nature
Good chance I'll slide
It just depends on how you treat me
I could be that guy
Who let a week pass
Then Shoot a text, just saying hi
Thot nigga
These the games these bitches play
On me, now these bitches in the way
Thot Nigga
All these hoes on my skin like my watch nigga
If she come thru with the donk, I might plot wit her
My position
I just listen till it drop nigga
All the hoes got me feeling like a thot nigga
All these hoes got me feeling like a thot nigga
All these hoes got me feeling like a thot nigga
All these hoes on my skin like my watch nigga
And If she come thru with the donk, I might plot wit her
My position
I just listen till it drop nigga
All the hoes got me feeling like a thot nigga
All these hoes got me feeling like a thot nigga
All these hoes got me feeling like a thot