Thumbalina From The Block Lyrics

[Verse 1]

He's on drugs again

My neighbor's yellin', I don't give a f..ck again

And I swear to God if the cops come again

I'ma open up this door, get to rumblin'

Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin'

My dick, your mouth, no discussion

Yeah, it's all happenin'

I must be imaginin', take a hit, time travelin'

[Pre-Hook]

Turn up the mothafuckin' volume

And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?

[Hook 1]

Let me see them nipples baby

Don't give it all up, just a little, baby

I'm just tryna free your mind

Cause all you see is dollar signs

[Verse 2]

Line crosser, real life flyin' saucer

Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture

Young prodi-gy, I'ma eat lobster

Pull Spanish bitches but I speak nada

And she got a need to roll the weed all up

You ain't got a chance when it's me on you

I'm a mothafuckin' legend, girl

Get that pussy killed, bitches out in Edinboro

[Pre-Hook]

Turn up the mothafuckin' volume

And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?

[Hook 2]

Leave that pussy crippled, baby

Let me slide right down a little, baby

Thumbalina, has anybody seen her face?

She's blinded by the streets