Thots

[Verse 1: Marcus Ryan]
Do a line off her left nip
This dick ain't free you should make the right investment
She's always up for suggestions
Ass up, face down
Man I suck at directions
One time for her best friend you know
Who only hits me on the gram, oh that's love
Warm heart, cold blooded need two coats
Too broke for law school, so I won't judge
Probably in the nightclub
Ticket on this flight club
Asking for our whereabouts
Someone turn the lights on
She wanna pet this python
Sing if the mics on
Live dreams while the nights young
Only fuck 'cause her iPod says I'm an icon
"Wait how do you know Cyrus?"
And I ain't got no qualms
Bring it with you for sure
Yeah you love my songs
But your friend loves them more
When your projects releasing
You can go ask cy
And hop up in this time machine
And have the time of your life

[Chorus: Cyrus]
Only hit her when I'm lonely
She only had me to fuck
She tell all her friends she know me
They said tell his ass what's up
Doesn't that boy get money
I heard he was papered up
I heard he only fuck with thots
And she's like yup
To the thots, thots, thots, thots
Ooh, it's a song for the thots
Jam for the thots
To the thots, thots, thots, thots
Ooh, it's a song for the thots
Jam for the...
It's your song
Said this your song

[Verse 2: Cyrus]
She dumb, but she nice though
I mean she fuck with the lights on
Left hand on my right arm
She play with my dick like she looking for the high score
'Bout to buy a couple of drinks, would you like one?
I bet you would, that performance need a high score
Know a couple of goons in my hot boy
Marcus need a thot I need a thot more
I'm lost in the pussy, guess if I want
And I'm looking, looking, looking, cooking up
When you're this high up
You get a lotta top
But the running bases say that boy is steel
So the label let me make a song about thots
I think dinner coming
Serve my sufferance
My mind is laced with something condescending
She spread her legs, don't leave that unattended
My career no die, but my hands never reverend
I ain't praying on ya
But your friends said that my name was brought up
I ain't one to ever dodge no karma
I ain't one to ever laugh at nothing
Just from my thots, so fuck it

[Chorus: Cyrus]
Only hit her when I'm lonely
She only had me to fuck
She tell all her friends she know me
They said tell his ass what's up
Doesn't that boy get money
I heard he was papered up
I heard he only fuck with thots
And she's like yup
To the thots, thots, thots, thots
Ooh, it's a song for the thots
Jam for the thots
To the thots, thots, thots, thots
Ooh, it's a song for the thots
Jam for the thots

[Outro: Cyrus]
For the thots, for the thots, yeah
For the thots, for the thots, for the thots, oh
This alright?
This alright?
This alright?
It's for the thots, it's for the thots, alright
It's for the thots, it's for the thots
It happened in a moment
But don't want to be lonely
Said don't want to be lonely