Dank Thots by King Tweaky Lyrics
Intro:
Ah yessss, bring her home from the best club around, sheaaah, take her in my Tulsa, flexxin' my 500 green Nike, she turned on cuz my Gucci and Rolex, put my Uzi on the dash, tell her "Ya fuck wit' me and we's gonna be flexxin' the bullets nex'
Verse:
She come to my place, the she finna cum in my place, sheaah, slip sum of her tongue when she riding, I slap the bitch and turn her 'round, go full doggy on her ah, she ask fo' that cash and that I say "Want sum drank firs? Is on me, my g." I drop some o' that spike in that shit, she finna wake up back in the club, she don't know how to get back to my crib, sheaaaa, bitch was passed out on the ride here, little too much to drink, hun?
Verse:
Ooh, ahhh, the dirty lil bitch, dirty, dirty lil bitch! She fuckin' with the Tweak masta, but it ain't no honor, half o' Alamance, Guilford and orange county done fucksed with the King, but none o dem thots gonna be my queen, they my bitches, and if they don't like it, they can fucks the mailman and not the king of pimps, tweaks and flexers! Sheaaah!
Verse:
Oohwee, they sum fine ass bitchez at Eastern, Western, Southern, Cumming's and Graham high schoo's, I'mma try 'n fucks with all o' dem, ight? Ain't no bih out here turning down a young rich n*gga! Sheaaa!
Closing Verse:
Ahhh, don't fuck with the King, don't fuck with the masta, ain't nun lil bout him, why I go by "Lil Tweaky", ain' nun lil bout me, they can all suck on my nine, but they ain't getting no green from me, ion pay y'alls shit, dinner on y'all if you wantsa play that romantic shit, ight? I'm sho y'alls feel me? Sheaaaah!
Ah yessss, bring her home from the best club around, sheaaah, take her in my Tulsa, flexxin' my 500 green Nike, she turned on cuz my Gucci and Rolex, put my Uzi on the dash, tell her "Ya fuck wit' me and we's gonna be flexxin' the bullets nex'
Verse:
She come to my place, the she finna cum in my place, sheaah, slip sum of her tongue when she riding, I slap the bitch and turn her 'round, go full doggy on her ah, she ask fo' that cash and that I say "Want sum drank firs? Is on me, my g." I drop some o' that spike in that shit, she finna wake up back in the club, she don't know how to get back to my crib, sheaaaa, bitch was passed out on the ride here, little too much to drink, hun?
Verse:
Ooh, ahhh, the dirty lil bitch, dirty, dirty lil bitch! She fuckin' with the Tweak masta, but it ain't no honor, half o' Alamance, Guilford and orange county done fucksed with the King, but none o dem thots gonna be my queen, they my bitches, and if they don't like it, they can fucks the mailman and not the king of pimps, tweaks and flexers! Sheaaah!
Verse:
Oohwee, they sum fine ass bitchez at Eastern, Western, Southern, Cumming's and Graham high schoo's, I'mma try 'n fucks with all o' dem, ight? Ain't no bih out here turning down a young rich n*gga! Sheaaa!
Closing Verse:
Ahhh, don't fuck with the King, don't fuck with the masta, ain't nun lil bout him, why I go by "Lil Tweaky", ain' nun lil bout me, they can all suck on my nine, but they ain't getting no green from me, ion pay y'alls shit, dinner on y'all if you wantsa play that romantic shit, ight? I'm sho y'alls feel me? Sheaaaah!