ITit (I THINK i think) Lyrics

Yea yea yea

Yah ready know that boy get crazy

Yeah Delu.x he goes insane

When he's breaking out the Dell you know them beats about to bang

I aint letting that shit run unless it's possums in the name

You know that we ain't speaking recently

I don't hang around no lames

Please don't ask me what's the move if you aint really got no game

There's too many people on this earth that's never gonna change

There's too many people that I know that live without no dreams

Guess that that's the reason that I'm sayin

We don't see the same

I can see it all

Future in my palm I speak it rains

If you're too inconsequential ima flush you down the drain

How come he can spit so hard and boy ain't never hit a stain

I just knew that I was greater, said it at a younger age

I am never tame

Don't live in the lines, I'd be a slave

I'm so tired of this boring story lemme flip the page

If you aint know what this shit is, then you aint never felt the pain

I'm a painting straight from Vincent I suggest you get a frame

Yuh

I need some booty and this bitch been fiendin' for the dick

Hopping on that shit she lookin' like a fuckin addict

Put her in the attic, she was hiding for a couple months

You already know she out there, only need a couple bumps

And she like to hump and she like to act freaky

I know I'm getting down now at her house I'll be there frequent

Huh

Yeah she out there smoking till she hella tweaking

Bout to get it down for all my friends her bed is hella creaky

Up in the apartment and them wooden floors is creaking

Yahrradyknowthatshitcreakntweak

Gah damn

Back in it, black with it, stack with it blasphemous,

Get it on the road

With my fucking woes

And some tinted hoes

Freaky deaky slick shit

Bitch I'm in control

Boss shit you know

That's why she wan fuck wit me

That's why niggas hate on me

I ain't gotta speak

I do

Buddy who the fuck are you

Poppin on the gram

But you're shows are fucking weak tho

Boosted by these cheap hoes

Boosted by these bum niggas

When I get up on the top

You can't get a fucking crumb nigga

Anyway I put it boy I'm bout to get it started

I might be a genius

Or I might be retarded

I THINK

I think

I think

I think I thought that I was really hitting

I think I thought that pussy was pacific

I think I thought that I was ready swimming

Atlantic the cannon preparing for landing

I'm planning on blaming this bitch bold like tannins

And I'm taking advantage

Im taking her panties

She taking my pennies

She taking a plan b

I take her for tanning at beaches abandoned

Her skin gleam with melanin coated with sand again (gleam)

We back with the band and damn these niggas bout the slam

She say what about her friend

I ask what about her then

I think we about to jam

I'm so polite I say thank you for thoting it

Thank you ma'am

She scream like O in the heat like the sama bin

Grind for the 1/4 like oh where the summer went

Some of us born to win and some of y'all shoulda quit

Y'all rap for the hell of it I rap cuz my hell lacked vents

On no ac my condition was full of pit

Pitiful

Bitches be full of shit

Niggas be fuller quick

Iceee

Im cooler than snowman shit bitch or some yeti spit

Im hotter than babies I just raised right on her lips

Steam locomotives we put it in motion then

Right when I told you this shawty want more the dick

Grip her ass

Like controllers with both the wrist

DualShock vibrato like electrical currents hit

Bitch (What it is, p.s I THINK i think I think)

I THINK i thought that I was really hitting

I think I thought that pussy was pacific

I think I thought that I was ready swimming

JustJ to be the man loved by these mortal women

If I was more than I had ever visioned

Would yo eyes be deceiving

Y'all could get this glistening

But instead chose sloppiness and inconsistence

Best of wishes

To you bitches