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Cellow - Thriller (feat. Jugg Juan) Lyrics



Cellow - Thriller (feat. Jugg Juan) Lyrics
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Let me know when you ready
Heard niggas was plottin' on the kid well let's get it then
I'ma put this AR to your scalp and watch you tap dance
Niggas act like I don't be around boy I ain't never hid
556's spreading all through your whip better duck ya head
Yeah cuz I'm with all that
If you boys ain't got a death wish y'all better fall back
I ain't gotta put my hands in it one call yo skull cracked
Niggas havin' motion for real collecting ball caps
Line them guys up told em spin I want some heads tapped
Grr, grr, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
Heard it's money all on my head nigga don't end up dead
How you gon' kill a nigga who ready to kill
Bitch king smoke like Baby Drill
Momma yo youngest baby a thug
I'm just like my daddy
Ridin' around with that glizzy
Gotta throw that 50 on there and make it an automatic
Broski got that 5-5-6 AR gotta know that we' twinning' nigga
Niggas be talkin' that shit ain't even bout that life
Get out here and spin lil' nigga
Bicycle with a blower on it with a wig on and a trench coat with a toy on him
Bent the block two times on the third spin caught him outside and we smashed on em
Know I got an extra mag on me
Told my nigga can't be no driver I'm tryna Curry splash somethin' nigga
I'm tryna flip a nigga whip I'm gon' make a crash dummy
Niggas be playin' they hands I'm spinnin' again I'ma just stake out and watch him
Movin' slick like a snake and I'm on my demon tryna catch him movin' sloppy
Tiptoe on a nigga euro step em' and hit him with the glocky
But on the other hand got a Spanish bitch and she call me poppy
Got a lil' Italian hoe say she f*ck with me cause I'm with the mafia
Got a lil' bitch in each hood I can never choose cause they all sloppy
And when I need a driver they come in handy cause they all ridin'
Always got the upper hand
Smartest in the room I don't even talk I observe and I just scan
Left hand on my leg right in my pocket grippin' on that fan
Ready to crack a nigga egg free my nigga out the feds Maserati pull up Porsche
Told my mama I'm the bad twin, know I jumped up off that porch
A nigga grew up shootin' hoops now I'm outside with that torch
Twelve shots on us right now shootin' with precision
Shell catchers we just gotta get away with no witness
Fishnet him hold up grab him put him in the blender
Hands crampin' number one contender biggest shifter
Phone ringing gotta go this my biggest spender
Hollow tips uh' make him dance Michael Jackson thriller
In these waters not a tank nigga I'm a shark
Nigga bark an ima get him scorched I was born torch flame thrower
This bitch too hot I can't even hold my grip
I been holdin' this bitch by the mag this hoe keep kickin' when it spit
I'm tryna tear a limb
Dancin' right next to a dead body turn my jordans to red bottoms
Size nine can't walk a mile in mine know I really be totin' that chopper
Taught my brother how to hold it steady nigga gotta stand up proper
Gotta know over here that we more than ready nigga ain't needin' no doctor
Nigga ain't gettin' no doctor nigga ain't using no doctor
D-O-A that's a dead on arrival pull up spot em' got em'
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Let me know when you ready
Heard niggas was plottin' on the kid well let's get it then
I'ma put this AR to your scalp and watch you tap dance
Niggas act like I don't be around boy I ain't never hid
556's spreading all through your whip better duck ya head
Yeah cuz I'm with all that
If you boys ain't got a death wish y'all better fall back
I ain't gotta put my hands in it one call yo skull cracked
Niggas havin' motion for real collecting ball caps
Line them guys up told em spin I want some heads tapped
Grr, grr, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
Heard it's money all on my head nigga don't end up dead
How you gon' kill a nigga who ready to kill
Bitch king smoke like Baby Drill
Momma yo youngest baby a thug
I'm just like my daddy
Ridin' around with that glizzy
Gotta throw that 50 on there and make it an automatic
Broski got that 5-5-6 AR gotta know that we' twinning' nigga
Niggas be talkin' that shit ain't even bout that life
Get out here and spin lil' nigga
Bicycle with a blower on it with a wig on and a trench coat with a toy on him
Bent the block two times on the third spin caught him outside and we smashed on em
Know I got an extra mag on me
Told my nigga can't be no driver I'm tryna Curry splash somethin' nigga
I'm tryna flip a nigga whip I'm gon' make a crash dummy
Niggas be playin' they hands I'm spinnin' again I'ma just stake out and watch him
Movin' slick like a snake and I'm on my demon tryna catch him movin' sloppy
Tiptoe on a nigga euro step em' and hit him with the glocky
But on the other hand got a Spanish bitch and she call me poppy
Got a lil' Italian hoe say she f*ck with me cause I'm with the mafia
Got a lil' bitch in each hood I can never choose cause they all sloppy
And when I need a driver they come in handy cause they all ridin'
Always got the upper hand
Smartest in the room I don't even talk I observe and I just scan
Left hand on my leg right in my pocket grippin' on that fan
Ready to crack a nigga egg free my nigga out the feds Maserati pull up Porsche
Told my mama I'm the bad twin, know I jumped up off that porch
A nigga grew up shootin' hoops now I'm outside with that torch
Twelve shots on us right now shootin' with precision
Shell catchers we just gotta get away with no witness
Fishnet him hold up grab him put him in the blender
Hands crampin' number one contender biggest shifter
Phone ringing gotta go this my biggest spender
Hollow tips uh' make him dance Michael Jackson thriller
In these waters not a tank nigga I'm a shark
Nigga bark an ima get him scorched I was born torch flame thrower
This bitch too hot I can't even hold my grip
I been holdin' this bitch by the mag this hoe keep kickin' when it spit
I'm tryna tear a limb
Dancin' right next to a dead body turn my jordans to red bottoms
Size nine can't walk a mile in mine know I really be totin' that chopper
Taught my brother how to hold it steady nigga gotta stand up proper
Gotta know over here that we more than ready nigga ain't needin' no doctor
Nigga ain't gettin' no doctor nigga ain't using no doctor
D-O-A that's a dead on arrival pull up spot em' got em'
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Writer: Dejaun Hooker, Marcellous Woods
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Performed By: Cellow
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Dejaun Hooker, Marcellous Woods
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