JR Writer - That Thunda lyrics

Shorty, look, you playing 'Course you look amazing But why you think my aura got them saying f** with me, f** with me Writer Ok now, smooth it in some r and b So zooted that it's hard to see Get your tickets, b**hes, this a movie picture starting me The star is me, no room for these lame chicks and these broke dudes Who wouldn't know, I'm pulling hoes like I'm pulling clothes at a showroom Man, I been the sh**, expensive whips when I hit the strip Get it clear, I might as well be an engineer how I'm in the mix Baby, come get a pay, I'm sick with it and they sick of it When I stretch a B'this sh** is light Says she love when I rap, baby stuck on my tracks Her favorite ones is my latest ones, she say you bundle's all whack sponsored links That's the sad fact, had a laugh at that' Girl, I'm far from these cats, I pour my heart in these tracks These jerkoffs get a text, I got murder off these racks Number one, did somebody'it's Writer, baby, I'm number one Soon as the verse begins you gonna talk again Hunting all of our curvy friends Love the flow, we cuff them hoes I turn them out, you turn them in Circle in in that pearly Benz with them pearly rims Purple stems got me wide, whole I spit is fire Smoke purple wind, I'm the flyest Get so fly I wanna stay high' Catch me on the street when it's time to riot Packing a tree if you tryna buy it That's right, I lose it, like my music White girl moving like Miley Cyrus Back to you, what's happening, boo? Let me mack with you Don't be acting new, lose the attitude All this swagger you know it's rather rude I can hit the lobby and pick a hotty' Shorty, get it clear, I'm all up in the air Different kind of tune, get her in the room All you gonna hear