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HOE House
(专辑: Federal 3X - 2017)
I
issue dope out of my ho house I
count money and blow smoke out I
fuck groupies, I
sell shows out I
lost niggas, I
pour more out Ain't your business, stay in your lane Ayy don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout All that back and forth talking If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah That's just how I
feel about it, that's just how I'm feeling I'm cruising the
foreign with some bunnies, drop the
ceiling Ho calling my phone, talking 'bout time, you ain't mine Niggas tryna get with the
gang, nah, you ain't my kind You ain't my kind, pussy stand in line Don't call my phone, when you do I
hit decline See shots gon' go out, they gon' ask me 'bout my whereabouts I
was at my ho house with my dick all in that ho mouth Icebox got my wrist froze, on me seafood, I'm at Pappadeaux I
got my lil young bitch, mouth wide open, trap don't ever close I
got my lil niggas on some hot shit, riding with dracos If they catch a
charge don't worry 'bout it, bonds I
make those Thumbing through these pesos in the
bando with Big Dandro I
went crazy in Guns N
Ammo, I
must think I'm Rambo Through money, guns, and crime, BGE, yeah that's my famo I
handle wicks like a
candle Pull a
drive-by out a
Lambo I
issue dope out of my ho house I
count money and blow smoke out I
fuck groupies, I
sell shows out I
lost niggas, I
pour more out Ain't your business, stay in your lane Ayy don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout All that back and forth talking If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah That's just how I
feel about it, that's just how I'm feeling I'm cruising the
foreign with some bunnies, drop the
ceiling Ho calling my phone, talking 'bout time, you ain't mine Niggas tryna get with the
gang, nah, you ain't my kind Indictment time, niggas out here dropping dimes I'm somewhere laying low with my feet up on recline Don't pay no mind, I'm just worried 'bout me and mine You wasn't straight from the
start You a
fraud, I
peeped the
signs You lil niggas so behind You need to catch up like Heinz Diamonds, ooh they shining Invested fifty in my time I
walk in Christian Loub's, spike on my shoe like porcupine Hitters in the
trap spot, holding choppers, looking out blinds, yeah I'm on the
grind, ooh I
been running up iron, yeah My watch ain't regular, I
got them pointers in mine I
got a
ho that's a
dime, she never get out of line She know if she say the
wrong thing or speak out of turn She can get fired I
issue dope out of my ho house I
count money and blow smoke out I
fuck groupies, I
sell shows out I
lost niggas, I
pour more out Ain't your business, stay in your lane Ayy don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout All that back and forth talking If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah That's just how I
feel about it, that's just how I'm feeling I'm cruising the
foreign with some bunnies, drop the
ceiling Ho calling my phone, talking 'bout time, you ain't mine Niggas tryna get with the
gang, nah, you ain't my kind
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