23 C.O.T. - Finesse

A thot is a ho that thinks she slick
And also known as a thotty
Always plottin for what she wants
And just sits on her thot ass so

Bitch no, you can't hit this blunt
Bitch no, you can't sip this cup
Bitch no, can't get none of my drugs
Bitch no, can't get none of my love
Bitch no, I ain't finna make you mine
Bitch no, yea you is hella fine
But no, don't even waste your time
Bitch no, bitch no, no no, no, no, no

No I don't want your number
Bitch no, I don't want to give you mine
Bitch no, I don't want to meet you nowhere
No, I don't want none of your time
Bitch no, don't wan't to make you my wife
Bitch no, bitch no, no no
No, I don't want no thot
A thot is a ho that don't want nothin from me
But a couple racks, Chanel purse to match
Trying to finesse me
But a couple racks, Chanel purse to match
Trying to finesse me
Trying to finesse me

Yea she lookin good yea, she lookin good yea
Don't let the city fool you she straight out the hood yea
Body of a Goddess, she know I like it
Baby I'm the flyest, I know you ridin yea
While I'm smokin on this gas, this lil' bitch she on a pill
And I know that this ho gettin hotter
A nigga lookin like cash and she got a fat ass
Can't get with a thotiana bitch no

No, I don't want no thot
A thot is a ho that don't want nothin from me
But a couple racks, Chanel purse to match
Trying to finesse me
But a couple racks, Chanel purse to match
Trying to finesse me
Trying to finesse me
Trying to finesse me
But a couple racks, Chanel purse to match
Trying to finesse me

I don't know why these lil' thots think they gone play me
We can't go shoppin, lil' bitch you ain't my baby
You just want Bimmer's and Bentley's and Mercedes'
Tryna finesse me, you know that shit don't phase me
Bitch we C.O.T., but this hoe tryna be with me
Smokin all my weed, bitch get your own tree
A thot want you cause the racks blue
We call them thots and we call them em rats too
Thots twerkin, shakin ass for every like and every view
Thots do it all for Christian Lou and Jimmy Choo
Thots will set you up and have a nigga on the news
Thots don't give a fuck if it's the Remy or the Goose
Thots will give you top and turn around and fuck the crew

No I don't want your number
Bitch no, I don't want to give you mine
Bitch no, I don't want to meet you nowhere
No, I don't want none of your time
Bitch no, don't wan't to make you my wife
Bitch no, bitch no, no no
No, I don't want no thot
A thot is a ho that don't want nothin from me
But a couple racks, Chanel purse to match
Trying to finesse me
But a couple racks, Chanel purse to match
Trying to finesse me
Trying to finesse me

Written by:
Avery Murray, Kendall Jordan

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