BigWalkDog – Thoroughbred

American musician BigWalkDog unties a brand new music titled Thoroughbred” kindly check out the music mp3 download lyrics below.

Thoroughbred Lyrics By BigWalkDog

Lyrics

Hey
Hey
BigWalkDog
Hey, hey

He a thoroughbred nigga (Ha)
Always through and through
When you comin’ like this, they gon’ pick and choose
You don’t get no second chance, you might get the new (Uh-uh)
All day, gang playin’, tryna get the blues (Phew)
Hey, and this chain cost sixty-two
When you lit, and you rich, different shit to do (Bah)
I can teach your bitch magic, I can stick the glue (Wha-la)
You save everything just to get me through

Hey, been a long time since seen the bottom of my pocket (Ha)
Load on the truck, back it in, tell ’em dock it (Ay)
P from a faucet, like Jaine to a Facey
So sorry, not sorry, everyday I might pop it (Pop it)
He went get by, it’s a clock on that body
Long way from Dolly, east state, not Polly
Throw the racks in the backroom, and band make ’em sloppy
Goin’ down in the club, got everybody jockin’ (Jockin’)
Every time hit the bank, know I got to move profit
I met the ATM with my hammer and my choppa (Bah)
Three truck big, everybody gotta mop it
If you move wrong, knock the meat out of your Whoppers (Grrah)
Peaceful uncle told me, yeah, he really was a mobster
Black, Italian, eating chicken with the pasta
With a nine eleven pistol, hammer already cocked (Ha, ha)
This a crime for the shit, go inside and start knockin’
Went and got the Hellcat ’cause these niggas can’t copy
120 all cash, got it straight from my pocket (Racks)
I don’t eat cereal, that’s a whole ‘nother topic
Use to reach for the ‘bows, seen roaches on the boxes
One eleven Walk, I’m the one they can’t copy
Move with the rocket or lose to somebody
If the music stop now, I’ma start movin’ boxes
Not like Craig, all wheat and not fried (Craig)
If you got love for these streets, better hide it
One eleven Walk, all together, not divided
Woke up in the morning, I was feeling like a pilot
It weight down here and I’m in the sky flyin’
I can see the hate with some blind mans eyes
If you can see this, make a blind man cry (Damn)
I promise to myself that I’m rich when I die
I’m in the yo now, I’ma handle my fye (Bah)

Ha
I’ma handle hammer, my fye
I’ma handle hammer, my fye
Man, hold up right now, I’ma handle my fye
Hey, hey

He a thoroughbred nigga (Ha)
Always through and through
When you comin’ like this, they gon’ pick and choose
You don’t get no second chance, you might get the new (Uh-uh)
All day, gang playin’, tryna get the blues (Phew)
Hey, and this chain cost sixty-two
When you lit, and you rich, different shit to do (Bah)
I can teach your bitch magic, I can stick the glue (Wha-la)
You save everything just to get me through

Hey

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