Thrills

Vespa Lit

0 fans

Vespa Lit


2:55

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

Yeah Straight file line no eh .. Uh ew uh
Straight file line no drill ooh yeah
Lord knows I love my thrills
Lord knows I love my chicks
Step on my kicks I kill
Diamond they hitting a lick
Vespa he on spill yeah
Straight file line no drill (Drill)
Play with the fire in the field (Field)
Play with the sticks in the cut
Play with a dime but no deal
I don't pay for nuts, bitch I only pay for bills
Badass bitch she slut, yeah you know I copped a feel
Im like Tyson bitch, and all these kids like Holyfield
Lord knows I love my bills
Lord knows I love my money
All you niggas super slimey, like your nose was runny
And I got that new Chanel yeah
F*ck this check up by myself yeah, yeah
Get to the guap and I run it
Spin in the lot and I gun it
F*ck on a thot and I punt it
Making that money with the mob (Ooh)
Mobbing while makin these hunnits
Im a playboy bitch no bunny
ooh, yeah, yeah
These Bitches not fucking not coming
Ooh this 'choppa you know that I dump it
Yeah one spit get hit
Yeah we hit like lick on lick
This not red on red
But I put that bitch on 'Benz
Don’t stop red lights shawty 'whatchu think this is ?
I got that head high shawty sativa some shit
And I pulled up with two thotties the bitches was twins
And they riding Kawasaki, Ducati the dick
And she 'wanna stay over late but I got out of it
Ooh yeah
Lord knows I love my thrills
Lord knows I love my chicks
Step on my kicks I kill
Diamond they hitting a lick
Vespa he on spill yeah
Straight file line no drill
Play with the fire in the field
Play with the sticks in the cut
Play with a dime but no deal
I don't pay for nuts, bitch I only pay for bills
Badass bitch she slut, yeah you know I copped a feel
Im like Tyson bitch, and all these kids like Holyfield
Yeah I put him in the dirt like I wrote his will
Yeah I cruise like Captain Kirk bitch you know we sail
Yeah I got this big 'ole Birk and it's not for sale
Yeah you biting all my swag but it's not for sale
Yeah look at me I surf (Surf)
Came up from the dirt (Dirt)
I got green like turf (Yeah)
Came up from the mud (Mud)
But I'm not from Earth (Nope)
All my kids I burp (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds on me surf (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah they surf (Yeah, yeah)
Put you on a cross like I take you down the church (Yeah)
All you niggas super slime I can see you lurk
I can't even ask no questions 'cuz I shoot first (Yeah yeah)
Pop first (Yeah yeah)
Shoot first (Shoot first)
Diamond, Birk (Diamond, Birk)
Look at the Birk (Look at 'da Birk)
Look at the Birk (Look at 'da Birk)
And I don't pop no perk (No)

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

Written by: Avery Hackett

Lyrics © DistroKid

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

Discuss the Thrills Lyrics with the community:

0 Comments

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "Thrills Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/4490932/Vespa+Lit/Thrills>.

    Missing lyrics by Vespa Lit?

    Know any other songs by Vespa Lit? Don't keep it to yourself!

    Watch the song video

    Thrills

    24
    1     0

    Browse Lyrics.com

    Quiz

    Are you a music master?

    »
    According to Bob Marley's former girlfriend what was the song "I Shot the Sheriff" really about?
    A Birth Control
    B The Media
    C The Police
    D Western Movies

    Free, no signup required:

    Add to Chrome

    Get instant explanation for any lyrics that hits you anywhere on the web!

    Free, no signup required:

    Add to Firefox

    Get instant explanation for any acronym or abbreviation that hits you anywhere on the web!

    Vespa Lit tracks

    On Radio Right Now

    Loading...

    Powered by OnRad.io


    Think you know music? Test your MusicIQ here!