Charlie Heat - Thugger Voice lyrics

[Intro] Ah skuh skuh Hahaha Uh, alright Charlie (Good work, Charlie) Alright, go Charlie Yeah! [Hook] I turn five to a ten I turn twenty to a fifty Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi I turn five to a ten I turn twenty to a fifty Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (What do you want?) Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (What do you want?) Whatchu want? Let a n***a know Let a n***a know, yeah [Verse 1] You get hit, 40'll hurt you I got your b**h on me and your mama on me and she birth you Lil Uzi, and he's off the sh**s Got your b**h on me, she all-all on the dick I get so turnt up, countin' these bands these bands I don't give a motherf**, I am the man Stay down with me bae, your girl my baby I'm f**in' on, I'm too lazy Uzi might hit now, said Uzi might hit I got your girl now, and she be all on my dick Hotel room, in a hotel It don't matter, I do whatever I just got her, I'm off the sh**s now I got yo b**h now, she on my dick now Chopping a brick now, give me the lick now Don't give a sh** now, I don't give a sh** now That money walk back to me, a diamond walk back to me And the buzz be back at me, I got the whole industry That camera walk back at me, I just get money I'm f**ing with Reese man, I think this sh** funny I got that tune in, I got that tune in color I got the b**hes, I still got everything on me They say "what you saying?" I say it's what I said If you can't understand, n***a, get the f** up out my face [Hook] I turn five to a ten I turn twenty to a fifty Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi I turn five to a ten I turn twenty to a fifty Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (What do you want?) Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (What do you want?) Whatchu want? Let a n***a know Let a n***a know, let a n***a know [Verse 2] Okay hit it like Hussein, then she taking care of him And she call me baby, that sh** be crazy I'm whipping and whipping, that talk ain't no baby I beat that p**y 'til it's Forrest Whittaker, I'm not lazy I don't care though, I'm just crazy She s**ing dick now, stay out the bando I got these two guns, I feel like I'm Rambo She playing my dick, like that sh** was a saxophone Call on the telephone, I hang up the telephone That's sh** might be tapped, don't f** with no telephone Meet me in person, I'm moving that P I'm jugging the white, man I'm serving that white, man I know I don't, I don't know Aye, hahahaha