JR Writer - Thunda Or Nothing lyrics

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JR Writer - Thunda Or Nothing lyrics

This is greatness, don't get bodies in the play-offs You n***as play sick like you tryna get a day off Face it, you ain't got it, call me Madoff Your b**h is the boss, everybody getting laid off On another run, where all these n***as coming from? Somebody tell the paces on the east that I'm number one How you want it 'cause I been through all my things You been hit with so much punches you won't even get to swing I'm a beast, who can match me on the east? I'm as nasty as a freak or your nasty looking freak I get it in, make me wanna slap you with the heat Dominican, but I be really black on the beat I got your fix, couple birds on the strip It's lit, show you all the type of work you can get Extended clips, I murder any verse that I spit You ain't never been sick, you just allergic to sh** sponsored links Where I'm from get to jumping The guns get to dumping You don't even need to jump They'll jump you for bluffing Cut while I'm fronting I'm done with the stunting You can spring your little crews But it's thunda or nothing Heard me? Thunda or nothing It's thunda or nothing Tell 'em n***as cut over nothing n***as screaming, little crews But it's thunda or nothing Look, it's thunda or nothing Head on the fronting, chit chatting with this mad now What's the discussion? Sharing but you ain't get to flush what I'm dumping, n***a I hit the ab, went from nothing to something I can show you how to come up, pitching till the sun up Stitches only come up, they ditching when they run up And with these b**hes, hang 'em up like you do a phone I made your chick wipe me down just 'cause boosie home Hit up Hollywood for a new home Hit my new neighbor up with a deuce to loan And he hate that you mention this and real When I'm in that new whip with the engine and the wheel Stomach grinding, pockets empty, I know how it feels 'Cause I been going hard catching hundreds in the field Bad mami in some heels while I roll a blunt Sick sitting in her mouth like gold fronts Check the stats in you, rappers and the known slumps Going for a whole run while my foes bun Different breed, call d**, different keys 100% real, come and get with me