Thrilla Thor - Tell My Mama lyrics

[Intro: Thrilla Thor] Buy it, split it, dump it out Fill it, lick it, light it up Kush got me f**ing light headed So i pa** the dutch.x2 [Verse 1: Thrilla Thor] Party hard I'm hardly stressing Molly Mal stays on the deck Nice guys'll finish last That extra sh** is all depressing Young and wreck-less all kinds of special I must confess I was on a pill for breakfast Plus your b**h and her friend what's left to say? I'm doing what the f** I want If its a problem we'll kick em out They want the sounds of the Ripper b**h What makes you i'ma kiss ya mouth But get me high I won't deny ya Satisfy ya over night Cuz first your fine you're f**ed you're fired Call it a hell of a life But if the brain is right You get to meet the team Great Future Society She can't resist the famous types I'ma play it like Mr clean In a crispy tee with a dixi cup Of course it's white Fill it up with lean Young n***as k**ing trees I'm out of my mind I've wasted some time Some time in this life I've taken some lives Freedom of speech, They made it my right You made it your own to go tell on n***as I've taken your girl and made her my wife Her p**y wack we broke up tonight You wanted my style, go have it n***a Still never get that formula right [Hook: Thrilla Thor] I used to tell to my mama I want it bad She said the sh** was done cooking I want the cash (CASH ni**a) And I ain't waiting no more Cuz I've been waiting too long Top of my lungs I tell mama I want it bad x2 [Verse 2: Thrilla Thor] I hear them saying f** me? What'll happen when I f** em back? Yous a lame a use a flame Resorting to this music thing b**h I'm sipping on this white I smoke I'm high as about six kites I'm like a God with 12 disciples Every thing I see just trife I don't like y'all my styles better Write y'all n***as like naw never I live Life I play hard With a chance you couldn't save yours Ima take tours. Ima take yours Ima do more than settle scores! Camel a** n***as don't hear sh** Come with ears like acorns My precious army gon clap yours Gorillas guard me from back and forth Front to back I'm cracker jacking Hoes come around what's crack a lacking Young feen, Tek da Sneak Had no choice but to let Thrilla bless a beat Ill be damn these pigs try to catch me The middle of traffic a'int going back Naw I came out and I stayed in action I remain a star you just play Patrick Bow down till the ground breaks My play grounds my damn state Snap Back with my shades on I lean hard I'm in my zone I party hard. Retro.Cloud 9 I'm seeing ghost! [Hook] I used to tell to my mama I want it bad She said the sh** was done cooking I want the cash (CASH ni**a) And I ain't waiting no more Cuz I've been waiting too long Top of my lungs I tell mama I want it bad x2 [Verse: 3 Thrilla] I come in peace he leaves deceitful If you could please the beast You could see the sequel If its a piece of meat Then I release the heat Lay away the beef please bring receipts Only way to treat cha like a Pizza Pizza Ill slice that a**, not the type to cheat cha Before I light match get the priest to meet cha Houdinis b**h ill Tek da Sneak ya Laying back smoking dro Chilly chill Call the pros 1-800- that's a skeet I'm take a shot proly break a beat Have it take a leak You gotta take peak Don't wanna miss this sh** I'm beaming up I'm draped up spacing Face it brah That's me sleeping up in ya babies bu*t I don't blame you n***as Don't know what it's like To live this live Ima hit this twice, you stay with Spice She plays with the pipe And what I look like sipping naked Sprite I'm chilling with a b**h with sk**s with her mouth Get your eagle on and birds fly south Put the pole to the hole I'm cold with words Ask the last b**h that ever sold me her soul Absurd as a crook but as clean as a virgin Got a Bimbo showing out like a circus She don't get sh** till she shows me it's perfect My enemies b**h let's just say that it was worth it Innocent k**er at the crib with a Mac 10 On ya mattress. With a Magnum Asking "How much wood could your girlfriend f** When the b**h comes in my hood? I'm taxxin." Asses all around the block with this All I know is I go Mach 6 I'm a pro with a flow and I promise b**h Halking up a luggie to put a proper spit We Golden 2 that's property These snitch n***as still tryna stop a g All I needs three blunts and some coffee beans Grind up feed it all to ya highness b**h.. [Hook] I used to tell to my mama I want it bad She said the sh** was done cooking I want the cash (CASH ni**a) And I ain't waiting no more Cuz I've been waiting too long Top of my lungs I tell mama I want it bad x2