Byron Bank, Doughbeezy - T.H.O.T Lyrics

Oh yeah I have to say it, please pardon my language
Excuse my french or whatever these fuckers now be saying
Almost famous noticed by ratchetness with a bit of sense
Cause they be speaking my language, girl you know what it is
Now can I live it up, shots until she gives it up
Say her man been fucking up and right now she don't give a fuck
Loving my style, on the first date she don't give it up
Couple of hours, back seat, about to give it up
Now can I beat it up, video tape media
Put that shit on worldstar and label that shit B-B-beat it up
Now that's impressive girl keep dropping that ass
The way you engineered, I had to throw a drop in the track
Damn, cause you ain't sweating it, a player's favorite coach
Calling plays like a boss, famous for the pick and roll for show
Cause you be doing, you be doing the most
But catching feelings, catching feelings, you'll be catching me ghost

You ain't nothing but a thot bitch
You ain't nothing but a thot (You ain't nothing but a thot)
You a motherfucking thot bitch
You a motherfucking thot (You a motherfucking thot)
You ain't nothing but a thot bitch
You ain't nothing but a thot (You ain't nothing but a thot)
You a motherfucking thot bitch
You a motherfucking thot (You a motherfucking thot)

Aww man, I think I'm up to something
You see that hoe over there, yeah that bitch be fronting
Always up to something scheming niggas and shit
Cellphone ain't even on but taking selfies and shit
Miss Independent do your thing, cause I ain't knocking your shit
You swearing all up and down, you woke up like this
Oh yeah you're flawless I get it, you're very known in your city
And run your mouth by the minute and for the vine you done did it
But damn, that's crazy girl, make that ass twerk
Make that ass twerk
Bounce it up and down and show a nigga that you got it girl
Damn you got it girl
That's thorough for certainly, ain't nothing like Sara Lee
Have it your way, bitch this ain't Burger King
Moment of clarity, some you niggas be thots
Now you're all up in your feelings, just what I thought

You ain't nothing but a thot bitch
You ain't nothing but a thot (You ain't nothing but a thot)
You a motherfucking thot bitch
You a motherfucking thot (You a motherfucking thot)
You ain't nothing but a thot bitch
You ain't nothing but a thot (You ain't nothing but a thot)
You a motherfucking thot bitch
You a motherfucking thot (You a motherfucking thot)

Girl, you're a thot tamale I'm sweating, thot tamale I'm sweating
Never met you but I don't respect you, because you keep bopping all in my section
Seen them bottles coming and those sparkle sparking, now you're making you way to the light show
You're the type to get in a wreck and start giving neck before calling Geico
I'm psycho, crazy but never been crazy enough to go wife hoes
I ride fours and when I be swanging and banging it start raining white hoes, and I like those
But let's get it clear, cause I don't like speaking in typo
You chief hoe stop fucking and sucking these niggas just cause they got nice clothes
Got Gucci this and Gucci that, and you know that the belt match the Gucci hat
And if your girl a thot, bet your girl a bop, and start fucking and throwing that coochie back
I treat the beat like it's a test car, crash the track like a dummy in it
And girl you're a thot if you walk around with a loui bag with no money in it

You ain't nothing but a thot bitch
You ain't nothing but a thot (You ain't nothing but a thot)
You a motherfucking thot bitch
You a motherfucking thot (You a motherfucking thot)
You ain't nothing but a thot bitch
You ain't nothing but a thot (You ain't nothing but a thot)
You a motherfucking thot bitch
You a motherfucking thot (You a motherfucking thot)