Thunder Man Songtext
von Xavier Wulf

Ah, shit
Here we go again, here they go again
Talkin′ shit 'bout a real man, let me ask you this
How many of you little niggas got your own shit?
Bitch, me and all my niggas got our own damn crib
Bitch, me and all my folk record our own damn shit
In-house studio flexed out for your bitch
When she walk through the door all she do is compliment
Bitch, I′m finna smoke a blunt so I don't wanna say shit


Don't bother me I′ll break your ass if you take my tip
Here′s a tip, if you stuck get the fuck up out of here!
I ain't playin′ with no stupid nigga, I aim anywhere
Lock and load on his fuckin' soul, turn that bitch cold
Let it shatter like the ice do when it hit the floor
Bitch, I′m tryna see wassup my whole squad on the boat
Bitch, say the wrong shit, we make your stupid ass float
I ain't never been a bitch, ask all my old hoes

Nigga ask yours too, hah, he ain′t even know
Yuh, yuh, she came through and dropped her panties on my floor
Yuh, yuh, she licked me up right before she left with you
Yuh, yuh, this is preaching and I don't give no fuck fool

I let these hoes do what the fuck they want to
'Cause these hoes gon′ do what the fuck they want to
East Memphis where I′m at, don't matter where I move
Tell a ho′ stay home, 'cause the cash comin′ through


Niggas ask me where my lyrics at, who the fuck is you?
Bitch, fuck that rapping shit I'm only here to tell the truth
And these niggas don′t listen 'til I say it in the booth
All these rappers lookin' spooked, bitch, why you scared fool?
Is it ′cause I′m off the chain I dominate my whole lane?
Play with me, I'll throw a bomb and destroy your whole game
Tundra boy, Thunder Man, just a few of my names
Bitch, I claim a new one every time I climb the rank
You bitch