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Th0ttie Bushae - No Refill's Lyrics



Th0ttie Bushae - No Refill's Lyrics




Im chasing the chips
I caught me a lick
It look like
I flip me a brick (Brick)
Thottie legit man
Hand me the
Grip and
Watch how
I handle This shit (Word)

She good wit
The wrist
She Steering
The whip
I bet she
Can handle
The dick (She could)
When she mad
She gon
Play wit the Stick (Stick)
U niggas get popped
Like a zit (Popped)

I always been
About my team (Yeah)
Everything around
Me cream (Swerve)
Just put
A new
Giant
On the strip (Yeah)
I call
That shit
Joell Embiid (Biid)
Straight grease
In the streets
I beast (Beast)
My niggas
Dont eat
We feast (Feast)
Allot of yall
Styles be leased (Leased)
Aint really
Living
How ya preach
No No No

I work maintenance
Way i play wit tools (Yeah)
You a school boy
You should stay in school (Yeah)
Tryna cop smoke
Dont know what
To use (Yeah)
Wanna be known
Ima help you make The news (Woah)
I took her
For a meal (Meal)
I made her
Split the bill (Bill)
N gave her
No refills (Fill)
They try and tell me
Chill (Chill)
I always say i will (Will)
But
Everything i Kill (Kill)

Kill kill kill kill (Woah)
Kill kill kill kill (Yeah)
Why You Mad Ima Shit
Playing Tag You Aint It
Blow a Bag Hit The Strip
Put a dash on my Wrist (Woah)

F*ck what u
Talkin
I be the hype (I be the Hype)
Im strapped
Like a dyke (Ay) (Im strapped like a dyke)
The pussy Was good (The pussy was good)
I hit
That shit twice (I hit that shit twice)
Its always been easy
Bitches They need me
I be dey Christ (I be they Christ)
Shoutout My Pops
The Nigga A G
He damn Near Did Life (ORA gang)(He damn near did Life)
That was a
Brief delay (Woah)
Now we gon
Lead the wave (Woah)
Lets Dig em a deeper grave (Deep)
Wont give em no peace To say (Nah)
Its a mob N You see Us
Good fellas (Woah)
On God Aint Shit you
Can tell us (Neva)
My shit crack
Feenes asking
Me to sell it (Sell it)
My lifestyle
Like nas up in
Belly (Woah)
I brought a
Full clip
Wit me
Ima buss until
Its empty
Brought some friends
But they aint friendly (Oouuuuuu oouuuuu)
Im coutin more n more Benjis
Everything i do Is Trendy
All u niggas Do it mini (Oouuuuu oouuuuu)
Paid a couple
Bands
For my fit nigga (Yeah)
I aint worried bout
Shit nigga (Im not)
Might add
Ya bitch to my list nigga(On God)
Then i send her back
Assist nigga (Woah)
I took her
For a meal (Meal)
I made her
Split the bill (Bill)
N gave her
No refills (Fill)
They try and tell me
Chill (Chill)
I always say i will (Will)
But
Everything i Kill (Kill)

Kill kill kill kill (Woah)
Kill kill kill kill (Yeah)
Why You Mad Ima Shit
Playing Tag You Aint It
Blow a Bag Hit The Strip
Put a dash on my Wrist (Woah)
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Im chasing the chips
I caught me a lick
It look like
I flip me a brick (Brick)
Thottie legit man
Hand me the
Grip and
Watch how
I handle This shit (Word)

She good wit
The wrist
She Steering
The whip
I bet she
Can handle
The dick (She could)
When she mad
She gon
Play wit the Stick (Stick)
U niggas get popped
Like a zit (Popped)

I always been
About my team (Yeah)
Everything around
Me cream (Swerve)
Just put
A new
Giant
On the strip (Yeah)
I call
That shit
Joell Embiid (Biid)
Straight grease
In the streets
I beast (Beast)
My niggas
Dont eat
We feast (Feast)
Allot of yall
Styles be leased (Leased)
Aint really
Living
How ya preach
No No No

I work maintenance
Way i play wit tools (Yeah)
You a school boy
You should stay in school (Yeah)
Tryna cop smoke
Dont know what
To use (Yeah)
Wanna be known
Ima help you make The news (Woah)
I took her
For a meal (Meal)
I made her
Split the bill (Bill)
N gave her
No refills (Fill)
They try and tell me
Chill (Chill)
I always say i will (Will)
But
Everything i Kill (Kill)

Kill kill kill kill (Woah)
Kill kill kill kill (Yeah)
Why You Mad Ima Shit
Playing Tag You Aint It
Blow a Bag Hit The Strip
Put a dash on my Wrist (Woah)

F*ck what u
Talkin
I be the hype (I be the Hype)
Im strapped
Like a dyke (Ay) (Im strapped like a dyke)
The pussy Was good (The pussy was good)
I hit
That shit twice (I hit that shit twice)
Its always been easy
Bitches They need me
I be dey Christ (I be they Christ)
Shoutout My Pops
The Nigga A G
He damn Near Did Life (ORA gang)(He damn near did Life)
That was a
Brief delay (Woah)
Now we gon
Lead the wave (Woah)
Lets Dig em a deeper grave (Deep)
Wont give em no peace To say (Nah)
Its a mob N You see Us
Good fellas (Woah)
On God Aint Shit you
Can tell us (Neva)
My shit crack
Feenes asking
Me to sell it (Sell it)
My lifestyle
Like nas up in
Belly (Woah)
I brought a
Full clip
Wit me
Ima buss until
Its empty
Brought some friends
But they aint friendly (Oouuuuuu oouuuuu)
Im coutin more n more Benjis
Everything i do Is Trendy
All u niggas Do it mini (Oouuuuu oouuuuu)
Paid a couple
Bands
For my fit nigga (Yeah)
I aint worried bout
Shit nigga (Im not)
Might add
Ya bitch to my list nigga(On God)
Then i send her back
Assist nigga (Woah)
I took her
For a meal (Meal)
I made her
Split the bill (Bill)
N gave her
No refills (Fill)
They try and tell me
Chill (Chill)
I always say i will (Will)
But
Everything i Kill (Kill)

Kill kill kill kill (Woah)
Kill kill kill kill (Yeah)
Why You Mad Ima Shit
Playing Tag You Aint It
Blow a Bag Hit The Strip
Put a dash on my Wrist (Woah)
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Writer: Duane Gibbs
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Performed By: Th0ttie Bushae
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Duane Gibbs

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