letra de thriller! - grioten x green orxnge
[hook: grioten]
b-tch i get the m-th-f-cking bag
i be going to the max
when i look at you i laugh
i’m the cream of the crop
you a bug under the mat
yeah hit you from the back
like this like that
b-tch you never see me coming cause i’m under the attack
bad b-tch tryna f-ck
b-tch i came up from the mud
ain’t n0body by my side to keep my nice and f-cking tuck
only way to go is up
b-tch you better buckle up
cause im bout to brake sh-t like b-tch what the f-ck
[verse 1: grioten]
b-tch i f-cking break your f-cking neck
yeah 1v1, ima lay your ass to rest
god d-mn
if you wanna fight i got a stick right on left
and a hook coming for your right
b-tch why you tryna f-ck girl you ain’t my f-cking type
better turn your ass around before i stab you with a knife
i don’t f-ck with emo b-tches cause they always tryna die
b-tch i just wanna live my f-cking life god d-mn
i’ll f-cking murder you
michael jackson it’s a f-cking thriller
got a bad b-tch sucking on my d-ck she a k!ller
m-th-f-cka tryna test, all he wanna do a is flex
b-tch i ain’t got no time for that, next (yuh)
yeah i enter with a full clip, pulled up with a stick god dayum
ain’t n0body f-cking moving like i am
i just wanna be the best
i ain’t ever gunna rest
b-tch ima go hard till i get the f-cking bag god d-mn
[verse 2: green orxnge]
annie are you walking?
are you walking with a strap?
yuh fully automatic when you shoot it it’s go prra
like one two three four five six seven eight
might pull up to the crib like that
god dam b-tch suck on my lolipop
put you in a trans, no fat, b-tch i’m off the rocks
b-tches call me playboy carti when i hit that molly rock
like that, b-tch don’t talk when i talk
f-ck another b-tch while i get the f-cking bag
i got a run, shoot you in your f-cking brain go splat
b-tch spit on my face, thank you so much
ima tie you up and put you in my dump truck b-tch like d-mn
[bridge: grioten]
i’ll f-cking murder you
michael jackson it’s a f-cking thriller
got a bad b-tch sucking on my d-ck she a k!ller
m-th-f-cka tryna test, all he wanna do a is flex
b-tch i ain’t got no time for that, next (yuh)
yeah i enter with a full clip, pulled up with a stick god dayum
ain’t n0body f-cking moving like i am
i just wanna be the best
i ain’t ever gunna rest
b-tch ima go hard till i get the f-cking bag god d-mn
[hook: grioten]
b-tch i get the m-th-f-cking bag
i be going to the max
when i look at you i laugh
i’m the cream of the crop
you a bug under the mat
yeah hit you from the back
like this like that
b-tch you never see me coming cause i’m under the attack
bad b-tch tryna f-ck
b-tch i came up from the mud
ain’t n0body by my side to keep my nice and f-cking tuck
only way to go is up
b-tch you better buckle up
cause im bout to brake sh-t like b-tch what the f-ck
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