1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Busta Rhymes, Smino - thanksgivin Lyrics

Okay, uh-huh, let's get it
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
The cook up look like Thanksgiving
The flour rolled up get fried, count chicken
Phenomenal, bitch, greased up
Coconut oil on her neck, back, legs thigh, ass, titties

The briefcase stuffed up, skraight bidness
Today I got pull up to MoTown wit' a new tape
I'm 'bout to boot up My hometown
Himalous package, pussy got backspaced, I deleted the mattress
Tight like cuddling in a Cullinan
Shawty gave me cunniling', couldn't believe it
Lil' buss down call her my shuttle queen
Told me she do anything and I'ma need it
I had a thought I had a thought another light bulb
The reason it's raw is 'cause I cook it wit my eye closed
The Louis Vuitton, be my pajama, they my night clothes
And me and my brother we stick together like a group home
Brand new Parellis, I ride around lookin' for new hoes
She told me nail it, lucky for her I got the hammer hammer
And when bam her they hear the sound way out in Alabama
Nigga, I'm talented

Okay, uh-huh, let's get it
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
The cook up look like Thanksgiving
The flour rolled up get fried, count chicken
Phenomenal, bitch, greased up
Coconut oil on her neck, back, legs thigh, ass, titties

Now I'm taking over everything like that's my calling (that's my calling)
Wake up in pussy like beautiful Sunday mornings (Sunday mornings)
Now we swimming in the money like a line of dolphins (line of dolphins)
Prepare for the killing, please line up the coffins
Think we playing motherfucker (huh)
Y'all niggas really think shit funny? (Ah, shit funny?)
Pop you in yo' shit brother (ooh)
Y'all niggas better make room for the money (ah, room for the money, ah)
Y'all already know when I pull up
I'm coming and I'm shaking the building or something
Y'all niggas I'll pull up and y'all really be faking and fronting
Throw a hood up you ain't from and get ya life taken for nothing
That's something you should've thought about like replacing a button
And coming and pressing all you niggas in case you was stunting
And shutting up everything because all my niggas
We loving to fuck up your food because my niggas is greedy and glutton
Skip to my new while I hop diddy bop
And I drop on you niggas (drop on you niggas)
Fuck that flow
I be shitting while I take it to the top on these niggas (to the top on these niggas)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Now you all sound alike little niggas (alike little niggas)
But when I do it, yes, I finesse it a little
Now I got it on lock little niggas (on lock, nigga)
Bitch, I give you new brand shit (new brand shit)
Tell me what the fuck you wan' do (what the fuck you?)
And I'ma give you boom bap shit (boom bap shit)
You ain't know we do this too?
You better get to fucking with the realest side
You against us if you ain't with us, nigga
I suggest you nigga better run and hide
'Cause nothing else matter till we finish, nigga

Okay, uh-huh, let's get it
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
The cook up look like Thanksgiving
The flour rolled up get fried, count chicken
Phenomenal, bitch, greased up
Coconut oil on her neck, back, legs thigh, ass, titties