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County Thoughts lyrics

Performer SMG Suave

County Thoughts song lyrics by SMG Suave official

County Thoughts is a song in English

Only bread in my books is the bread I got locked with
My shorty held it down with the phone and
the tablet
Niggas really fake, free Suave
Man y'all losing me
Jacking I'm your brother, but y'all niggas ain't do shit for me
Niggas really different, probably out there slithering
Talking on my name, yelling free me, niggas
ignorant
Tired of that fake shit, Swerv you know you sanctioned
Only member at my hearing with my family, that was gang shit
Look, and I'ma let you niggas know when I'm home,
It's a wrap, bitch, I'm taking back the throne
Give a fuck about a opp
They couldn't school me with a loan
All these niggas think they scholars
Til it's something in they dome
Like, simmer down for a minute
Thinking that it's beef, get on the ground, now you finished
Do em just like chow, I'll get em offed for a piece
Niggas really dayroom get them all off the streets
Bitch, I'm from the east, OSL the label we can body any beat
Step back, take a seat, they done left me off the leash
All my dogs really biting, ain't no barking, that's for trees
Look, spitting like I'm stuttering, preaching like a reverend
Baptize a nigga when I spit, you know I'm sonning him
Bring it back to old days, shorty like to role play
Skate off in the Bronco after the killing, just like OJ
Look, that's just something lite
Now I can kill these niggas with the commissary bars real quick
And I'ma end it like that
Look
Commissary bars, we gon' start off with the Cheez its
If you don't got the box, they gon' tell your ass to beat it
Better have a noodle, cause without em, it's no meal
If you don't want the chow then somebody gotta deal
You gotta have the Cheetos, you gotta have the fish
You gotta have the AYO, all that shit that make you shit
Making them burritos, yeah, them shits is bussin
But gon' have your ass on fire word to mommy, I ain't bluffing
Order you some kool offs, them fake ass Kool-Aids
Don't try to order Monday or on Thursday, cause it's too late
Get yourself a honeybun, maybe get another one
Cause niggas love their honeybuns, they'll rob you for a honeybun
Order you some donuts, glazed or the powdered
Don't forget deodorant, your armpits gon' be sour
Can't forget the headphones, gon need em for the tablet
Don't even buy a bowl, cause they small and they taxin
If you getting bored, get yourself some cards
Or maybe get a pen and some paper for some bars
Maybe a little word find, I don't know what else
These is commissary bars, if you ever go to jail
How you feeling bro
Real shit, no matter how long you do in that bitch
That shit gon' fuck up your mental, man
I was going crazy in that bitch and I was only three weeks in, bro
Like real shit, that shit ain't know where you wanna go, bro
Dead ass
Anything you wanna tell these niggas
All y'all niggas was jacking me, but ain't do shit for me
Like nigga, the getting out app was free, nigga
And I paid for the calls
So what the fuck was y'all niggas doing
Real shit
But I'm done fucking with niggas
Just remember the name
Suave Bitch
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Yemaryel Escalera
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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