Thrill Lyrics - French The Kid

How’s your real love life?
Yoo, look

Me and bro might hop out the four into four
We don’t care about low with the mask and gloves
Young bad boys, we’re the realest ones
Got the bad b showin’ the whole gang love
Got more drinks than a bartender
G, I can’t render when the vodka does
No sleep, f**k up the rave right now
‘cah the girls all right, tryna fill this buzz
Yo, got the girls all right, tryna fill this wave
Never looked back when I saw that grave
No face no case if you felt that brave
I can’t lack, so I don’t take train
And I can’t see bro, can you feel this pain?
No stand up on the laughin’ ones
Tell her laugh on my back if the past in vain

You don’t know me, but you know my face
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro “step on the gas, allay”
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
You don’t know me, but you know my face
You don’t know me, but you know my face
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro “step on the gasoline”
Told bro “step on the gasoline”
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
But she loves the thrill, the thrill

I got english girls and the irish ones
G, I got more than three into two
Bad girls try show love to the crew
Then back their bumper, see, they half get rude
And my bro got packs as ..
He’s wrappin’ up food like he’s boxin’ shoes
No cap rap, I’m a humble dude
But bro, he gets loose when the opps try move
I got lost in my brain back then
Had to tame my pen, and the pad gets fried
Got no time for no vacant friends
I don’t care about them, for my bros, I’ll ride
He got napped when he thought he trialed
And porky pies, I don’t f**k with lies
I’m straight back in my feelings
‘cuz yeah, I love this bud till the day I die
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You don’t know me, but you know my face
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro “step on the gas, allay”
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
You don’t know me, but you know my face
You don’t know me, but you know my face
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro “step on the gasoline”
Told bro “step on the gasoline”
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
But she loves the thrill, the thrill
But she loves the thrill