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Hoes Mad Hoes Mad Hoes Mad Hoes mad I had hoes in the house like Corey, is this recording? Snuck hoes in the hotel like Cody, and then I had to kick hoes out like Mosby I had a crush on Paris Morton, Paris Morton music told her she gotta leave in the morning I put a hoe in the street like Uncle Luke, shorty my whole crew lit We fly as hell like Broomstick, bitch we fly as Gryffindor My crib full of bitches and whores I try not to spend most of my time looking through photos, like we can't do no old hoes But I still be fucking my old hoes I still be fucking my old bitch, sometimes I act like I don't know bitches I up the meat on the hoe, wake up to a full course breakfast Wake up, I smell coochie she say illa can you catch this Really off codein real po pimp, who you in the pour with We stay fly, no lie, you know this, I'm balling, one, two, three, all in Pew Pew Pew I'll hit him, might as well stick a fork in him Damn, f*ck one white bitch, can't f*ck no more white women This moncler on me authentic, why they always think I'm stealing This corner store we all in it, they might think we stealing All we wear is Ralph Simmons, pop this jigga and lose rhythm Pop his ass, he lost rhythm, blick give him a stigmatism Her ass fat, it got two dimensions, not to mention All of the hoes we came in with got hair extensions Every nigga I came in with got Glock extensions All you need is a stove there you go you are now a magician All you needed some hoes, nigga, and goals, you are a sloppy nigga Niggas be out here wearing true religion, you need to stop it, nigga Hoes Mad, Hoes Mad It's a shame, all these hoes, they be going for the gang You gave that coochie to a fucking lame, that's a shame, damn, that's a shame We are brothers, we are happy, we are singing, we are colored Damn, I got all these bitches on me smothered, hey Nigga, don't you see these VVs on me colored, hey Where this Mercedes come from, go ask your brother Where do babies come from, go ask your mother Hey, I get all my blue cheese in abundance Yeah, yeah, I got this Gucci in the hundreds Sixteen hundred all the way to eighteen hundred I don't f*ck with twelve, I hate that number I got hoes coming over for a slumber All I'm feeding these bitches is cucumbers All Im feeding these hoes is cucumbers Damn, all we feeding these hoes Is cucumbers Angels, thankful, all this money keep on coming
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