Kendrick Lamar - Thirsty lyrics

"Boarding completed I'd like to welcome you aboard flight number F2B3 Our scheduled flying time will be four hours and twenty minutes And we will be cruising at an altitude of thirty-three-thousand feet At this time we would like to acquaint you with some of the features Relax and breathe normally" Uh, coming down like I'm uphill Hogging both lanes better than a bus will She tell me that my head bigger than a bus wheel But it don't matter cause she still gon' let me f** still I mix a little bit of Kendrick with some L.A. weather Then step out like Chicago in its finest era You n***as begging for attention, doing extra-extra Downgrading yourself, you get an F for effort Ha-ha, I let the world know I chose to keep to myself and let the world go And if you don't like a n***a, then let your girl know So she can be curious on Twitter looking me up I'm laid back with a bad one, you ain't never had one Ass so fat that it tipped over the Aston Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the f**ing badge come Hello to my wittiness, I'm Cadillac's grandson And I'm a trip Ever since an understudy man I've always been a trip Mama tell me that she love me but she know her son a trip Baby open up your ears, you ain't heard it like this Sounwave drop the beat, I lock the flow down Now all the way to the moon we bout to go now I got enough of the mojo to go around So pack your bags and tell him you going out of town Cause I'm a trip Landing on another runway, fly with me Or die tryna fly, a shot-down Frisbee Shout out to Black Hippy, n***a we on Like we never been off, straight shots of Patron I'm give y'all the business to give y'all some business p**y ain't sh**, I can give y'all some b**hes Clean off her sports bra, she clean off my dishes Then wear off the Kangols hood rats, I hate those And she know what this is hey lil' mama Seen your pretty a** around the way lil' mama But why you always in somebody face lil' mama? Embarra**ing yourself, get off the stage (Lil Mama) n***a, I gotta be that n***a If I ain't, I gotta be that n***a Curtesy of Paula's oldest son, pay homage Or pay attention, open your eyes and hear knowledge Gi-give me that, gi-gi-give me that That's how I get at 'em when I look at a shoe rack Penny for thoughts, mine start at a few racks So I can live on a hill just off a few raps I want to live in a space that none of y'all can visit That might be outer space, the Jupiter district I quadruple my vision If you don't see it then you're dead with your eyes open I've seen bullets hit the wheel, left his ride smoking On some Compton sh** Somebody that'll ride or die, that's a Compton b**h You see my city is the city of Lamar It'll take twenty years 'fore a n***a see them all The swap meet dumping, the sawed-off pumping The tree for the low, don't you know, Paul Bunyan I'm on cloud nine, I can see rain coming So if I'm out my mind, people don't say nothing "How was your flight Mr. Lamar? Good, hope to see you next time"