The Thrill lyrics

by

Red Cafe


[Verse 1]
(Shakedown...)
Blessed be the n*gga that was born to do it
The con artist ridin' on a conduit
With jewels like Liberace, gold sh*t
Hoe sh*t, we don't tolerate
This real n*gga holiday
That's ev'ryday for me, pray for me
Keep these f*ck n*ggas 'way from me, huh
Stick to the G-code, practice discipline
I know my n*ggas thuggin' in the Feds listenin'
Make my own rules, so I got some home rules
Never f*ck lame hoes then blame it on the booze, nah
Or catch feelings when hoes choose
Square sh*t
And I ain't familiar, that's a form of failure
I know n*ggas with albums out but broke
I'm a rich n*gga
No album, I got the votes
I'm a Don, keys to ya b*tch ignition
I turn her on, gas up on her and then I'm gone, ha
In the wind, yeah, it's him again
No mistakin' where he from, summertime Timberlands
That killer in the dutch
I'm a killer in the clutch
Freak with Chow's and Felipe's, order the duck
My b*tches is everything but basic
It's basic, bear witness to greatness
(My b*tches is everything but basic
It's basic, bear witness to greatness... AH!)
[Verse 2]
Follow along
Rap phenomenon, back from Milan
Got that girl soakin' wet, she back up in the storm
Red October, the wait's over
You can tell them Cinderellas the date's over
Got a bottle of 'ngac, few J's, I'm goin' up
Right back in the psych ward, I'm goin' nuts
Take what I want, I built my team on trust
Only thing I gots to give, is a f*ck.. f*ck off
I'm fin' to get my nut off
Frequent boss sh*t you ain't used to, it's crucial
I take a 9 to 5 girl or a scripper
Long as in the public a n*gga ain't gotta kiss her
Filthy, Brooklyn built me
Smokin', drinkin', cashin' out, I'm guilty
They don't like him cause he never wife 'em
He just pop through in a flash, that lightenin'
My chicks pop tags like Sarah Jessica
And clean the royal nuts when they come to America
Loyalty before royalty
Killer in these streets, suckers don't toy with me, nah
Penthouse booked out, you know it's us
Back to these bricks, watch the dough stack up
Penthouse booked out, you know it's us
Back to these bricks, watch the dough stack up, YEAH!
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