Thinking Bout You Lyrics - Lil' Twist

[Intro] 

Uhh, Uhh, I was chilling on a set 

With a fully automatic Tec 

Thinking bout you girl 

I was, working my juug girl 

But I was still thinking bout you 

[Verse 1] 

Uhh, bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya 

Can't trust these dog ass hoes today 

I say bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya 

Can't trust these dog ass hoes today 

But I got one I really fuck with 

She make my heart skip a beat 

She dropped her drum stick 

Sometimes we fuck forever, sometimes I cum quick 

I eat that pussy cause it's sweet as sweet as one six 

Sixteen bullet in a clip but more than one clip 

Shoot a nigga sixteen times until I'm convinced 

I got strawberry cocaine it's sweet as fun dip 

You know I keep some nose candy for my young bitch 

I love my young bitch 

Cause she don't get me drama, you don't want no drama 

My goons wait for you, to snap like some photo bombers 

Yeah, we leave a nigga flat, we leave 'em horizontal 

And then my lawyer tell your honor "On that morning I was..." 

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[Chorus] 

Chilling on a set 

With a fully automatic tec 

Thinking bout you girl 

I was, working my juug girl 

But I was still thinking bout you 

Chilling on a set 

With a fully automatic tec 

Thinking bout you girl 

I was, working my juug girl 

But I was still thinking bout you 

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[Verse 2] 

It go U N L V 

It go, it go U N L V 

It go U N L V, U N LV 

Uptown nigga living violent do I smell beef 

I was chilling on a corner bout to get fucked up 

My nigga T got a 40 and he brought two cups 

That nigga Mack was chilling, Po was home talking on a phone 

Lord it's been such a good year we need some Armor All 

That nigga Hood he on a set he got his hoodie on 

Euro's the future, fuck your future, like I'm reading palms 

Wayne Chong chinky eyes like I'm from Vietnam 

Got my bitch with chinky eyes like that bitch Nia Long 

Lord I know I do my thing can't let my thing do me 

Lord I know I ain't a Saint, still rep that fleur-de-lis 

Lord just keep Lil Reginae away from birds and bees 

Let her be strong as the woman that gave birth to me 

Fuck your degree, this murder in the first degree 

I got that tech under my arm like right guard, sure, degree 

Lord, sometimes I just be so gone I be like "Earth to me?" 

I burn some weed, I burp some lean, I serve a fiend while I was 

[Chorus] 

Chilling on a set 

With a fully automatic tec 

I was thinking bout you girl 

I was, working my juug girl 

But I was still thinking bout you girl 

Chilling on a set 

With a fully automatic tec 

I was thinking bout you girl 

I was, working my juug girl 

But I was still thinking bout you girl