Thot Love

[Chorus: Gianni DiBernado]
Wonderin' how did I get so low?
I thought you were a 10, something more than a friend
Now I'm tired of the same old hoes
All the time that we spent was a waste in the end
Like no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Get me so low, low, low, low, low, low
'Cause I'm tired of the same old, tired of the same old hoes

[Verse 1: C-Trox]
First day of class
Man I'm surprised that she made it
Her booty's hidden in public, but that shit's Instagram famous
Fleeky eyebrows no tweezers
Bet that she can't hides her features
The only time she's not on snap chat is when she ties her sneakers
Likes to wear makeup, and it usually shows
I'm talking contours and concealers, shit I don't even know
In the club when that shit opens, bet she's staying 'til its closed
In VIP with all bottles, that she don't even own
You're not rich? Damn. Your chance is probably gone
The only FaceTime you'll get is if you answer the phone
She got me buying drinks! I know she work it, drop it low and shit
I only bought the drink for once I'm back to see how close I get
Maybe she will notice it, but the truth is probably not
All the girls think she's a bitch, but she's still really fucking hot
So when I finally got the courage I asked if she was a thot. yeah
She looked me right in the eyes and say "No I'm really fucking not"

[Chorus: Gianni DiBernado]
Wonderin' how did I get so low?
I thought you were a 10, something more than a friend
Now I'm tired of the same old hoes
All the time that we spent was a waste in the end
Like no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Get me so low, low, low, low, low, low
'Cause I'm tired of the same old, tired of the same old hoes

[Verse 2: Kyle Devore]
I'm only fucking with the Barbie type
The type of girl that never ever leave the party type
The type that's always unimpressed, with your Honda Civic 'til she see you pull up in that 'Rari type
Chasing Captain with Bacardi type
I'ma take her home with this shit
Maybe bone with this shit
She gone stick it with me I won't be alone with this shit
God damnit
She in love with Xanax
Think I got a problem I'm addicted to
The crazies causing damage, yeah
Ain't no way to please her
She just got her visa
Now she traveling the world
Poppin pills in Ibiza
What the fuck I'm doing?
Time to tell her that I've had it
That's when I walk in on her
She fucked my homie on my mattress
Damn, get the fuck out
I don't ever want to see your ass
Can't believe you fucking piece of trash, yeah, yeah
All the times I should've trust my gut but I believed you're ass
Now it's time I fucking leave yo ass

[Chorus: Gianni DiBernado]
Wonderin' how did I get so low?
I thought you were a 10, something more than a friend
Now I'm tired of the same old hoes
All the time that we spent was a waste in the end
Like no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Get me so low, low, low, low, low, low
'Cause I'm tired of the same old, tired of the same old hoes