★ Chorus ★
-She must think that its Thanksgiving
The way she come back for servings
Handle her #ss like Irving
Bust a nut on her #ss cause she earned it
She impressed with my tricks and the way that I handle her
I told her baby girl you already know that I learned it
I told you I would treat you right
And how I’d win like every fight
Pull up in the sheets I won’t bite
Hol up
★ Verse 1 ★
-Slide to the sheets I might murder it
The Glock in my pants was my murder weapon
Beat it so hard had to watch where you stepping
Money and p*ssy is all that I’m getting
And the rapping career is up where I’m going
Like when it’s up then its stuck
Like you better not duck
Like you ran out of luck
Like you huffing and puffing but these bullets is clutch
BANG! BANG!
★ Chorus ★
-She must think that its Thanksgiving
The way she come back for servings
Handle her #ss like Irving
Bust a nut on her #ss cause she earned it
She impressed with my tricks and the way that I handle her
I told her baby girl you already know that I learned it
I told you I would treat you right
And how I’d win like every fight
Pull up in the sheets I won’t bite
Hol up
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