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Thankful
It's Thanksgiving bitch.
I don't need no turkey.
No cranberry sauce out tha can.
No damn pumpkin pie.
Me and ma squad..
gonna hit up a Chick-Fil-A.
Get tha bird with tha special sauce..
thick brown gravy..
and some sugary ass purple drink.
Sit in tha parking lot..
pass a 45 around.
Poor some vodka
on tha cold, hard ass pavement..
for all our bad ass bitches!
We be out reppin' tha mad 6ix!
Do figure 8's in tha motherfuckin' driveway..
leave our black ass tire tracks..
behind us.
We be speedin' out for a joyride, baby.
Fuck yo' yellin'!
We untouchable now!
Holla out tha window..
cussin' out all tha clowns
wishing they could fuck us..
but never will.
Scrubs we be lookin' down on.
All colours.
All kinds.
Nigga's ain't even on our level.
Keep dreamin' fool!
I'm thankful for ma sista's!
Queens I help elevate
every damn day..
to greatness.
We ain't fuckin' wit' you punk bitches.
I'm thankful for ma ass.
You can bounce a quarter off it.
I be out killlin' you ho's!
I'm that juicy.
I'm thankful for ma freedom.
You betta not step ova' dis' way..
trifflin' ass mothafucka'!
Imma fix you straight up.
Don't make me violate.
Bitch.
I'm on probation.
I'm thankful for ma pure ass heart.
Tha one God gave me.
My glow follows me whereva I be.
I'm thankful for ma son..
tha one I gon' have one day..
and tha fucking soldia' Imma raise.
Neva' forget lil' gangsta..
it's ma blood that flows
through yo' veins.
You live with no fuckin' limits.
Just like your mama.
So you betta' be respectin' me..
cocky lil' bastard.
Your mama don't take shit
from no man..
and I ain't about to start
wit' you lil' boy.
I'm thankful for ma spirit.
Wild.
We out ridin' high like a mothafucka!
Gon' set tha city on fire!
I'm tha gawd damn storm, baby!
Leavin' a trail of bodies n' fuckboys
in our path mothafucka'!
Don't make me bury you..
lame ass ho.
We be rollin' thru our hood n'
ma crew be like:
The best is yet to come.
Look up nigga!
See tha light that be blindin' you?
I'm the brightest star in the sky.
Bitch.
So be gone wit' yo' fake ass self.
Pussy poppin' up in here..
take a whiff..
we don't need no introduction.
Scatter like dogs..
before I mace yo' ass.
We be mighty damn..
thankful..
me and ma girls..
We be right on shinin'..
tonight.
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